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I was there myself a few weeks since, and she said it could

do no good to trouble you. The doctor is completely broken down, and

seems like an old man. He cannot endure the handsome rooms below,

but stays all day in that small garret chamber, which is furnished

with your carpet, your mother's chair, and the high-past bedstead

which his first wife owned."

Maude's sympathies were roused, and, fatigued as she was, she

started the next morning with her husband and brother for Laurel

Hill. Louis seemed very sad, and not even the familiar way-marks, as

he drew near his home, had power to dissipate that sadness. He could

not endure the thought that the house where he was born and where

his mother had died should pass into the hands of strangers.

He had been fortunate with his paintings, and of his own money had nearly

two thousand dollars; but this could do but little toward canceling

the mortgage, and he continued in the same dejected mood until the

tall poplars of Laurel Hill appeared in view. Then, indeed, he

brightened up, for there is something in the sight of home which

brings joy to every human heart.

It was a hazy October day. The leaves were dropping one by one, and

lay in little hillocks upon the faded grass. The blue hills which

embosomed the lake were encircled with a misty veil, while the

sunshine seemed to fall with a somber light upon the fields of

yellow corn. Everything, even the gossamer thistle-top which floated

upon the autumnal air, conspired to make the day one of those

indescribable days when all hearts are pervaded with a feeling of

pleasurable sadness--a sense of beauty mingled with decay.

"Is this home?" cried Maude, as they stopped before the gate. "I

should hardly have recognized it."

It was indeed greatly changed, for Maude Glendower had perfect

taste, and if she had expended thousands upon the place, she had

greatly increased its value.

"Beautiful home, beautiful home--it must not be sold," was Louis'

exclamation as he gazed upon it.

"No, it must not be sold," returned Maude, while her husband smiled

quietly upon them both, and said nothing.

Maude Glendower had gone to an adjoining town, but Hannah and John

greeted the strangers with nosy demonstrations, the latter making

frequent use of his coat skirts to wipe away his tears.

"Can you see, marm--see me as true as you live?" he said, bowing

with great humility to Maude, of whom he stood a little in awe, so

polished were her manners and so elegant her appearance. Maude

assured him that she could, and then observing how impatient Louis

appeared, she asked for Dr. Kennedy. Assuming a mysterious air, old

Hannah whispered, "He's up in de ruff, at de top of de house, in dat

little charmber, where he stays mostly, to get shet of de music and

dancin' and raisin' ob cain generally. He's mighty broke down, but

the sight of you will peart him up right smart. You'd better go up

alone--he'll bar it better one at a time."