In Barracks and Wigwam — page 28: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

CHAPTER III. THE DISCOVERY OF A PLOT. Mr. Hilliard’s residence was at some distance from the bank. ‘The house was inclosed by shrubbery and a ter- raced lawn, and fronted on a quiet street that led from the college to the Indian school. Supper that night was a more dull and gloomy cere- mony than usual, for iather and son had little to say to each other. Linn still resented the denial of his request, and the banker busied himself between courses with the evening paper. From the table Linn went to his own room, and studied hard for three or four hours. About ten o’clock—which was a late hour for Carlisle—he put up his books, took his hat, and left the house by a side door, locking it after him and slipping the key into his pocket. This was his frequent custom when he had wearied his brain over les- sons, and he always found that he could go to sleep quickly after a short stroll in the night air. He wandered down the quaint old street, the foot- -ways of which were paved with flagstones and shaded by close rows of lofty elm trees. No one else was astir, and few lights were to be seen 1n the houses. When he had reached the outskirts of the town, and was midway be- tween the college and Indian school, Linn turned to re- trace his steps. Just then, happening to glance across the street, he saw two lads pass under the feeble light of a lamp-post, and stealthily vanish in the deep shadow @f,shantreetc