of To-Day.
an
of
of
to
as
of
in of of
The world may yet see that the limbs toughest fibre and fruit richest flavor just such have come from grafts set strong men theory and practice Thomas Jefferson. by
dem
and full-orbed:
“leading men” have fastened his name system with mobo aristocratic cratic cries.
STORY OF TO-DAY.
A
to
but inwardly ashes,— wretch “protective” schemes and the like.
coating,
of
system, strong
ocratic
a
and slavery. Jefferson was the founder of
noblest hands have often blossom bad temper and borne fruit bitter and sour. Some fruitage has been splendid that poor Dead-Sea sort, ed
all
gave to the world those decisive, true tyranny words which shall yet pierce
set
—
not in that
he fed petty assemblages with narcotic words to stupefy conscience, or corrosive words to kill conscience, but in that he
in
–
but we may and prize some fruits more than others. Some grafts some branches
in by
Jefferson was an orator,
fault with any growth,
admire
ed
arrows.
sunshine, too great wealth gnarled awry through others and too great fury storms. We need find
as
paint, trying to startle with war-whoop, trying to vex with showers of poor Aztec
through
in
thought backed by civilization: they, the men trying to keep up their faith in idols, trying to scare with war
of
strong
Liberty which we This great tree plant will, course, not are all trying grow we will, but God and Nature will. Some branches will be exuberant as
with the Oligarchist battle against them of Cortés compares with He is the man full of
as the warfare Aztec warfare.
[January,
—
Story
no
A
40
sky: on
to
of
something solemn and unknown, hinting evil come. The dwarf pines the
up
a
She saw Margaret coming the phaëton behind her,
There was
and some horsemen:
jolted the cart let them pass, see
she
as
at
in
to
off into the stones ing Mr. Holmes's face the carriage her; had she did so. He did not look his head turned towards the gray dis
tance. Lois's vivid eye caught the full meaning the woman beside him. The face hurt her: not fair, Polston called as
vapid
and cruel.
She was dressed
yellow: the color seemed jeering and
mocking
to
deadening
a
red fancy more than
a
It
to
time with her whip-end the wooden measure, stopped when she grew conscious of seemed her blur it.
keeping
road.
of
on
to
a
in
fact, that dark, inexplicable hush that precedes storm. But Lois, coming herself, and down the hill-road, singing only,
seen.
it:
a
in
in
of
AN hour after, the evening came sultry, the air murky, opaque, with yel low trails color dragging the west: sullen stillness the woods and farms;
in
on
PART IV.
the girl's sensitive instinct, every trifle. She did not shams, and the color
shams. the phaëton went slowly down, Margaret came nearer, meeting on the road-side, the dust from the wheels
un
it
it
As
stifling
the air. Lois saw her look up, suddenly and then stand still, holding
to
es
peril,
if
as
the hill,
that women like this are the most deadly
of
in
in
to
a
and went faster down
caping from some overhanging
of
darkened into the muddy niches. There was vague dread the sudden silence. She called the old donkey, and
is to
keenly alive know that
at
scowled weakly her through the gray; the very silver minnows the pools she passed flashed frightened away, road-side
