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She caught Greyson just as he was leaving and put the thing before him. His sister was with him. He did not answer at first. He was walking to and fro; and, catching his foot in the waste paper basket, he kicked it savagely out of his way, so that the contents were scattered over the room. "Yes, he's right," he said. "It was the Virgin above the altar that popularized Christianity.

Ashton, smiling, and watching appreciatively as she made the salad. Mrs. Greyson had dressed carefully for the reception from which she had just come, and her cream-colored cashmere, with soft old thread lace, and a bunch of amber-hued roses at the throat, became her as only a dress chosen by an artist could.

Herbert then led Capitola out and placed her upon her own pony, Gyp, which, to her unbounded astonishment, she found there in charge of Wool, who was also mounted upon his own hack. Herbert Greyson threw himself into the saddle of a third horse, and the three took the road to Hurricane Hall.

Herbert Greyson did not sit down quietly under this disappointment, but wrote an application embodying all the facts of the case to the Secretary of War, got it signed by all the officers of the regiment and despatched it by the first mail. Simultaneously he took another important step for the interest of his friend.

Several of the officers whispered together, and then some one replied that there seemed to be no reason why the vote should not be immediately taken. Herbert Greyson remained perfectly silent.

The first glance at the stately old figure, gone to decay like a tree with dead rot, startled and amazed Truedale and he thanked heaven that the master of Lone Dome was himself and therefore to be relied upon; no one could possibly suspect Peter of cunning or deceit in his present condition. Greyson greeted the stranger cordially.

But they were very good to us dried our clothes and gave us breakfast and made us lie down and rest, and then put about and continued their course. The sailor lad Herbert Greyson soon found out and told me they were bound for New York. And, in fact, marster, in about ten days we made that port.

One afternoon when they were out riding through the woods beyond the Demon's Run, a Sheriff's officer rode up, and bowing to the party, presented a suspicious-looking document to Capitola and a similar one to Herbert Greyson.

"Do you know how much you hurt her to make her do it?" his father returned, smiling fondly. "Oh, but she is so soft and so little, of course I don't hurt her," Nino answered, with boyish logic. "Anyway, she ought not to hurt me. I don't like to be hurt." The foolish, childish words came back to Herman's mind a couple of hours later, as he waited in the boarding-house parlor for Helen Greyson.

Her thoughts were now, moreover, occupied with the personal problem which would in any case have appealed more strongly to the feminine mind than abstract theories, and she was considering what he had told her of Mrs. Greyson and Grant Herman, a sculptor for whom she had a warm admiration, and a no less strong liking.