The acme magazine . ase she should transfer her affect-tions from Luke to you, I could offer noobjection to her marrying as worthy a manas I believe you to be, replied the Judge. During the foregoing discussion Burtonwas hardly able to govern his temper,but contrived to cunningly conceal histrue feelings under a gentlemanly de-portment, and now the conversationturned to other subjects and was prolong-ed until the Judge remarked that it wasgrowing dark and ringing a bell, orderedthe servant who answered, to bring can-dles. Burton thereupon arose and said : I must be going, Judge. I hadntnoticed
The acme magazine . ase she should transfer her affect-tions from Luke to you, I could offer noobjection to her marrying as worthy a manas I believe you to be, replied the Judge. During the foregoing discussion Burtonwas hardly able to govern his temper,but contrived to cunningly conceal histrue feelings under a gentlemanly de-portment, and now the conversationturned to other subjects and was prolong-ed until the Judge remarked that it wasgrowing dark and ringing a bell, orderedthe servant who answered, to bring can-dles. Burton thereupon arose and said : I must be going, Judge. I hadntnoticed that it was growing so late. Iwould like before departing, however,to pay my respects to Miss Alice. Certainly, Burton, she would doubt-less feel affronted if you should fail to seeher before going, replied the Judge, andthen, turning to the servant, asked, Doyou know where Miss Alice is, Jim? Yes, sah, answered the negro,shes in de parlor, sah. Dont call her, Judge, interposedBurton, Ill step in the room as I pass. He saw the gleam of two pistols levelled at his breast, and the voice continued; Luke Morris, you are my prisoner. 40 FOR FREEDOMS CAUSE. and exchange a few words with her. Ihave but a minute to stay. Just as you please, replied JudgeArmstrong, and he shook his visitorshand in farewell. Burton went to the parlor, precededby the servant, who carried a lighted taper,with which he lit the wicks of a can-delabrum. As the room was diffusedwith light from the candles, Burton sawAlice Armstrong seated in an arm-chair,sound asleep. So unconscious was herslumber that the entrance of the two menfailed to awaken her. Motioning the servant to withdraw, heturned his gaze upon the sleeping the time being, all his senses seemedto be concentrated in his eyes, whichwere fixed with intense longing upon thebeautiful figure before him. Alice Armstrong had but lately passedher nineteenth birthday, and was one ofthe loveliest girls the sun ever shone was a blonde of th
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