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~~. > ian no A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. ‘‘Ves, a daughter, though I do not know what became of her. Come to think of it, it is strange I should not have heard. I will ask father; he seems to know more about these matters than any ote else. By the way, do you sup- pose Southard has been foolish enough to get mixed up in such an affair as they say?’’ _ **Pray what means do you think I have knowing of the matter? JI am sorry if he has. What an endless amount of — trouble the negroes make. ’’ ‘‘Very true; and yet they are the life of the South. hear that Robert is espousing the abolition cause. ’’- I The remark was given as-a sort of interjection, but Aurian was never more amazed in her life. ‘‘What do you mean, Mr. Berners?’’ ‘*No offense, I assure you. I was merely repeating what is becoming town talk.’’ ‘*‘Tt is not so—it cannot be. You know Robert better than that. He and father both are staunch and true to the welfare of the South. ’’ ‘‘Just what I have said. I hope he is not making a mistake. ’’ ‘‘Let’s whip up our horses. Night comes on fast after —these autumn sunsets. Besides I am anxious in regard to that foolish S’posen. ’’ He acquiesced to her wishs, and riding at a smart canter they soon came in sight of Sylvania. Inwardly blaming himself for having allowed the opportunity to pass without . freeing his mind of the subject uppermost in his thoughts, Esten bade her good night in front of his home. Pulling the bridle from his horse’s head and the saddle from its back, he sulkily left the animal to shift for itself, while he strode into the house, saying to himself: ‘The storm is brewing. I read it like an open book. Then, you may be glad to flee to my arms for protection. What if he was! I think I will pay the old ruins a visit myself I half believe that Southard was at the ruined mill. co m boo cS