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A FAMILY FEUD. There I" said.I, in a. trumphank tone; "how do yoa like the way I have rendered that red autumn leat capital s:«d Snar.u, absently. yowlean always teli oy my brother Sinu-n's tone exactly whether lie is attending or nut. And tiJl tJ nJe Ie was not We wsre up in the garret of the old Battersley house, where I still kept my easel and points, and !ay-figures and things, although it was more tnan a y-<u' oiuce the agaat had warned ns -Bit'tereley was no longer our property, and com- pelled ut 10 mova into little cottage on the Bale Marshes. "1 wonder at your lack of spirit, child, mamma had aHl plaintively. Oil, what the use ot having spirit?" I re- torted recklessly. "I inu-si Lave a studio on i there isn't a room in this iittle beehive that • >as u good north light Wasn't I corn and brought np at Batiersk-y ? And why shouldn't I keep my stUIJ¡O 1n the ¡;{JHet, as l'm as th^re is tiobony else there but the rats an<! ghosts » I tell yûu, mamma, one gets inspirations :n an old house that Aiid going to redeem all the f-tmiiy fi-rtanes with my pencil before I go-r, • • tÍ1ri.n, B'J." mamma only flsrhed and remained silent, 8mce the disastrous lawsuit had been decided ag-inst us, shs had fallen into the way of sitting ■ a:w.e"s!y Ly the fire, as i; there was nothing left i to do or think of in iiie. i>nt I cared nothing Supreme C'-urt, nor f >r the distant heir-at-law, who had turned us out of Battersley. I came there svery day to dream and to work, aud to build ujJ those castles in the air Wi1icb reared their etl:er?ai p:llnacl,:¡n lbs morning and dis. solved n.girJy into the thin gtvy mist through which I walked to the littlu sea.-inar.sh cottage. And this morning Simon hid climbed up the steep garret stairs, with a bnncii of the K; ver tresses of the Grandfather Greybeard," which was n<>w ripening about the edges of the woods, and. ventured to pas-i an opinion 011 my work wit' out aver looking at it. "S mo: said I, "you do not know what you are saying. Y.ai are right, Baby he answered. "I was not rhir.king of the picture. D.) you know, Baby, you've gut to turn out of this?" Wh",t for, Si¡),,u;" said I, calmly sorting over the clusters of 4' Grandfather Greybeard," to get the silkiest plumes. 'cI'va heard that story before. I am not to be frightened away by mer' f :n6Y shadows." ■"But it's substance this time," said my brother. li Our DEUR cousin is here. He JS I coming to Batter-ley." do you know ?" I questioned. "Jones, the steward, toiu me. lie landed in the Baratfuva on Saturday." An>i this is Tuesday. Oh, he won't rush out to claim his new possessions tba very first thing!" said I, cavalierly. But at all events, | when iig comes, I'd o Wha- kind cf a mau is h?, I wonder ?" said Sirri"»n, thoughtfully. What di>es it matter to u: ?" I re orted. "Why, I suppose he has some sort 0/a right to Battersley, or the Supram i Court, would not have adjuged it to ¡¡ill," said Simon. Pshaw said L "Lw always equity. He is a selfish, abominable old usurper, that's what 08 is." Well. have it your own way I" replied Simon. to-day. Don't you wan'fc to come ?" "I should like to," said I, wistfully, "but if that pictuie is to go to the autumn exhibition, there :s no time to lose." So I settled down to my work, after Simon bad whistled bia dogs away, and ciattered down the stairs. The morning ban been c'iiar and sroiden- bright ) but at noon, when I aat down in the deep sill of the old garret window, to read an odd volnme of "Aotie of Geierstem," and eat my lunch, I noticed that dMk clouds hid swepG nver tbe ky, and .1 uneasy wind was r fl ng the dead- gold of the hickory boughs auci, long before It was night, the gathering gloom warued me that it was time to desist from my labours. I began t.) pU away my- things'in a leisurely flort of way. I dld not dislike the old garret at twilight. I enjoyed the eerie shadows that peopled ihl dim recesses, the e1111 boughs gracing against the window-pane*, the creaking groans which seemed, ever nd anon, tl) thrill tUrnUR11 the old chimney-stack without any apparent cause, the hurrying aod scurrying of the bright-eyed • mic- across the f! irr. Tiler" waR a-portrait of my great-great-grand- sunt, Battersiev, behind he big, red chest—a hard-favourc.d old dame, whose c in vas bad be.an rent apart hy Ft,me untoward accident, nobody knew how many years age, thereoy banishing it j to thifl unfrequented legion. And I u.-d to fancy that she looked at me by tiwe.s, kvitha curious, icy .z" as I wpnt tn and fro. ■" Hnsh t" I said suddenly, to myself, with a tin tube of ultra-marine in wy hand, there aloe footsteps dvwn stair. Somebody is moving about there." I knew that it wasn't ghosts<, Aunt Batter;¡1ey tú the contrary, nntw it.hstandin. I did not believe, it was Uur¡tL.r. At the same time. howev,>r, I wanted to get out uf the house as CU1ck as *.JS- sible, for dusk was deepening into night, and I knew that, the tide, rising swiftly over the marshes, would r0ar 1 -ke a wild wolf arc.und my path, if I did not m^ke ha^re. Most probably tbe Leir-at-iaw had arrived. Weil, let him come Silently as a shadow I glided down the back stairway to the little side door, which was my mode of egress and iilress; but, to my :.tr.J"Z<?aHmr, there was:\ pi1e of trunks neaped Up against which I couid no more stir than I could shake the foundations of the tower of Babel. To reach the front door I should have 10 cross I the great, hall, with its waxed fl'.o' which was already illuminated by the glow of a gypsy tire built, '1I.hen)onter fireplace In tbe sitting-room. "No," said I to myself, with a hasty survey of the tightly-shuttered windows, whose bolts and bars were tightened by a year's corrodsd rust, "I must go bHCk tu the "arret and hide there." In the midst of my n°rpieX!ty a sense of the ridiculousness of nJY position dawned upon mf'. I laughed an to myself as I glided noiselessly upstairs, roping ffiY W3Y m the dark. "Cousin Battersley," I said to myself, "you don't know how near you are to oue of your rela- tions. The chimney smokes, does it? Weii, I oniy Wi;.h It would smoke you out Damp down there, is it? I oniy nope it will give your old bones a new leasp of rheumatism It was ?o dark up in the garret now that I could not even ten u my grand-aunt's eyes wero watch- ine me or not. There was junta glimmering squire where the hall winnow wail a moaniug rustle of div leaves against the mossy shmgled roof, and a herd oi mice pattered across th: fi hJr. 1 Sal; a: the head of the oca-rs and listened, with my chin in illY hands. He is sending his servant to the inn for some- thing in the shape of supper," I thought. Ah, bp. ones not know that th6 11111 1.'1 threo good mile" off tie has not a had voice—it is iow and pleasant. .r;o& fcure but that he speaks with a slight foreign "cc,mt. That I don't like. 1.1 lilY mind, Americans f;bonld be Americans. 1, ow he's maki h cdfee. Ic smells delicious 1 Dear me, I didn't kn..w bef(,re how huu¡¡ry I W<lS:" H-re I d;;C6nd(d thre» or 'our steps. 441 wonder what he is 1 ke I thought. "Pva a great m nd to slip r.owu md pe^p through tlie crack of the door. My goodne-s would mamma ? And Simon? How good that, coffee does smAil! And the chimney don't smjke any more m w 1 Softly I crept d'wn. Goblin-like I glided acrCSB the ball and peeped arouud the big mahogany door, which stood conveniently ajar. The old room was all in a giow of ruddy light. • Close to tbe hearth, whose biasing logs cast so briill!>n6 an illumination around, Ii wooden chair was dr, wn Up. and there sat a yuuug, handsome man, leaning thoughtfully back, as if his dark, Spanish eyes saw far ueyomi the leap of the Ø..1088 or the column of blue smoke. Crab Battersley at all f' saidi to myseif. He's like the hero of a novel." And then I cook a second look. "Then who is he?" I asked myself—"and what business has he here All of a sudden the trembling coffee pot, which was placed on a bed of coals, boded over. The bero of romance stooped to remove it, and in the change of position hIlS eyes quite unexpectedly met mine. I to< k rffuga in instantaneous flight, but I was too 1ar.e. He had seen me, and sprang to his feet, Bat the hall was only lighted by the red stream of brilliance from the bla.ziug kg-, and I had the advantage uf beiu thoroughly acquainted wIth the prelLl,¡e8. Ii I Cíjuid onc-i hide away behind my greac-great-grand-auct's picture in the garret— Buteven as tfiis possibility flasi;3d across my tnind I slipped on t.htllower Sè.OIr. It sharp, ueeulo- like pang of pain s'n»t through my ankle, ami I j sank helpless to the floor. iJy captor hurrieci to the rescue. Are you hurt 1" said he, with solicitude. "■ Y'*s 1" I cried out sharply. I have sprained jpy x nkle." **B"t—I heg your pardon,"be said. "I—I don't quite know who you are, nor how you canoe to ba here rt I am Barbara Battersley," aid I, dt>fiantly. "My cousin?" with a sudden brigntness in his I suppose so," I ungraciously admitted. "What can I do for you," he questioned earr.f srjy. "You can let me alone I" I cried, contracting my brows, as a fresh spasm of acute pain thrilled my nerves. He looked at roB, halt smiling. "I could, I suppose," said hg "but don't you think I bad better help yon 111 by the fire, and then go for the nearest doctor, if you will kindly direct me to one ?" His manner was kindly, though a little satirical. I was heartily ashamed ot myself. I oeg y-'Ur pardon," I said. "You couldn't help my clumsiness, and you cannot prevent tha p»m. But—" Atthis moment there came a volley of thundering knocks at the door. It was S met:, come to see what on earth had become of me. 44 It's raining iika the deluge,"usaid he. and the tide is up, and—nelio what is thi", ami why are you -o pale ? Is anything the matter I don't know what happened just then. I beheve I fainted. When I came to iry senses, mamma. was tnere, and the doctor, and Cousin Battersley s Italian servant., who knew exactly wLaG to do in every emergency. My ankle was bandaged up, and they had made an impromptu couch for me w,th two old packing boxes and a scarlet plush railway rug. Mamma w-s crying and declaring that she aid not know what sh* should have done if it had not been tor Rudoipb Batter*iey!a kindness and presence of mind. We stayed there a niht, because of the ram ijjd rising tide. Wa stayed there during the next <vee}t. because Rudolph declared that he never gei. settled without my taste and woman's Simon's help. Vi e avrLQQed to remain there for ever, because "14 ) RuticlPh-who was only the grandson of the cross old kin-mati who had sued ua and was since dead j —assured m that he saw our shadow of right in his grandtatii'-r's claim, supreme court or no f-Upr"mA court: and that he should return at once to Swirzarland if we didn't agree to live on there, just ns if th ra never had been any lawsuit. Toere cried Sunon, laughing, "Baby has always been sighing for a hero of romance, and I guess she has found him at last. But when Cousin Rudolph told me, just six months afterward, that he could not be happy unless I would promise to become his wife, I could scarc-iy credit my own ears. 44 It's because you want to settle the family dissensions," said I, almost inclined to cry. "jNro, it isn't," said he; because I love j you, Baby." "But how can you possibly care for me?" said I, with a sudden burst of humility. He turned me gently toward the mirror which hun;i close by. "Look in the glass, B>.by," he answered, "and see,'1 So we are to be married, and my wedding is to put an end t,) t'ns quarrels which have rent the Battersley family for more than a generation.

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