meantime　had　taken　active　part　in　the　discussion；　whether　it　was
  vaguely　understood　that　the　possession　of　poetical　and　imaginative
  faculties　precluded　any　capacity　for　business；　or　whether　it　was
  owing　to　the　apparent　superior　maturity　of　Mrs。　Harcourt　and　the
  stranger；　it　was　certain　that　THEY　arranged　the　practical　details
  of　the　engagement；　and　that　the　youthful　husband　sat　silent；　merely
  offering　his　always　hopeful　and　sanguine　consent。
  〃You'll　take　a　house　nearer　to　town；　I　suppose？〃　continued　Mr。
  Fletcher　to　the　lady；　〃though　you've　a　charming　view　here。　　I
  suppose　it　was　quite　a　change　from　Tasajara　and　your　father…in…
  law's　house？　　I　daresay　he　had　as　fine　a　place　thereon　his　own
  homesteadas　he　has　here？〃
  Young　Harcourt　dropped　his　sensitive　eyelids　again。　　It　seemed　hard
  that　he　could　never　get　away　from　these　allusions　to　his　father！
  Perhaps　it　was　only　to　that　relationship　that　he　was　indebted　for
  his　visitor's　kindness。　　In　his　simple　honesty　he　could　not　bear
  the　thought　of　such　a　misapprehension。　　〃Perhaps；　Mr。　Fletcher；　you
  do　not　know；〃　he　said；　〃that　my　father　is　not　on　terms　with　me；　and
  that　we　neither　expect　anything　nor　could　we　ever　take　anything
  from　him。　　Could　we；　Loo？〃　　He　added　the　useless　question　partly
  because　he　saw　that　his　wife's　face　betrayed　little　sympathy　with
  him；　and　partly　that　Fletcher　was　looking　at　her　curiously；　as　if
  for　confirmation。　　But　this　was　another　of　John　Milton's　trials　as
  an　imaginative　reporter；　nobody　ever　seemed　to　care　for　his
  practical　opinions　or　facts！
  〃Mr。　Fletcher　is　not　interested　in　our　little　family　differences；
  Milty；〃　she　said；　looking　at　Mr。　Fletcher；　however；　instead　of　him。
  〃You're　Daniel　Harcourt's　SON　whatever　happens。〃
  The　cloud　that　had　passed　over　the　young　man's　face　and　eyes　did
  not；　however；　escape　Mr。　Fletcher's　attention；　for　he　smiled；　and
  added　gayly；　〃And　I　hope　my　valued　lieutenant　in　any　case。〃
  Nevertheless　John　Milton　was　quite　ready　to　avail　himself　of　an
  inspiration　to　fetch　some　cigars　for　his　guest　from　the　bar　of　the
  Sea…View　House　on　the　slope　of　the　hill　beyond；　and　thereby　avoid　a
  fateful　subject。　　Once　in　the　fresh　air　again　he　promptly　recovered
  his　boyish　spirits。　　The　light　flying　scud　had　already　effaced　the
  first　rising　stars；　the　lower　creeping　sea…fog　had　already　blotted
  out　the　western　shore　and　sea；　but　below　him　to　the　east　the
  glittering　lights　of　the　city　seemed　to　start　up　with　a　new；
  mysterious；　and　dazzling　brilliancy。　　It　was　the　valley　of　diamonds
  that　Sindbad　saw　lying　almost　at　his　feet！　　Perhaps　somewhere　there
  the　light　of　his　own　fame　and　fortune　was　already　beginning　to
  twinkle！
  He　returned　to　his　humble　roof　joyous　and　inspired。　　As　he　entered
  the　hall　he　heard　his　wife's　voice　and　his　own　name　mentioned；
  followed　by　that　awkward；　meaningless　silence　on　his　entrance　which
  so　plainly　indicated　either　that　he　had　been　the　subject　of
  conversation　or　that　it　was　not　for　his　ears。　　It　was　a　dismal
  reminder　of　his　boyhood　at　Sidon　and　Tasajara。　　But　he　was　too　full
  of　hope　and　ambition　to　heed　it　to…night；　and　later；　when　Mr。
  Fletcher　had　taken　his　departure；　his　pent…up　enthusiasm　burst　out
  before　his　youthful　partner。　　Had　she　realized　that　their　struggles
  were　over　now；　that　their　future　was　secure？　　They　need　no　longer
  fear　ever　being　forced　to　take　bounty　from　the　family；　they　were
  independent　of　them　all！　　He　would　make　a　name　for　himself　that
  should　be　distinct　from　his　father's　as　he　should　make　a　fortune
  that　would　be　theirs　alone。　　The　young　wife　smiled。　　〃But　all　that
  need　not　prevent　you；　dear；　from　claiming　your　RIGHTS　when　the　time
  comes。〃
  〃But　if　I　scorn　to　make　the　claim　or　take　a　penny　of　his；　Loo？〃
  〃You　say　you　scorn　to　take　the　money　you　think　your　father　got　by　a
  mere　trick；at　the　best；and　didn't　earn。　　And　now　you　will　be
  able　to　show　you　can　live　without　it；　and　earn　your　own　fortune。
  Well；　dear；　for　that　very　reason　why　should　you　let　your　father　and
  others　enjoy　and　waste　what　is　fairly　your　share？　　For　it　is　YOUR
  share　whether　it　came　to　your　father　fairly　or　not；　and　if　not；　it
  is　still　your　duty；　believing　as　you　do；　to　claim　it　from　him；　that
  at　least　YOU　may　do　with　it　what　you　choose。　　You　might　want　to
  restore　ittotosomebody。〃
  The　young　man　laughed。　　〃But；　my　dear　Loo！　suppose　that　I　were　weak
  enough　to　claim　it；　do　you　think　my　father　would　give　it　up？　　He
  has　the　right；　and　no　law　could　force　him　to　yield　to　me　more　than
  he　chooses。〃
  〃Not　the　law；　but　YOU　could。〃
  〃I　don't　understand　you；〃　he　said　quickly。
  〃You　could　force　him　by　simply　telling　him　what　you　once　told　me。〃
  John　Milton　drew　back；　and　his　hand　dropped　loosely　from　his
  wife's。　　The　color　left　his　fresh　young　face；　the　light　quivered
  for　a　moment　and　then　became　fixed　and　set　in　his　eyes。　　For　that
  moment　he　looked　ten　years　her　senior。　　〃I　was　wrong　ever　to　tell
  even　you　that；　Loo；〃　he　said　in　a　low　voice。　　〃You　are　wrong　to
  ever　remind　me　of　it。　　Forget　it　from　this　moment；　as　you　value　our
  love　and　want　it　to　live　and　be　remembered。　　And　forget；　Loo；　as　I
  do；and　ever　shall；that　you　ever　suggested　to　me　to　use　my
  secret　in　the　way　you　did　just　now。〃
  But　here　Mrs。　Harcourt　burst　into　tears；　more　touched　by　the
  alteration　in　her　husband's　manner；　I　fear；　than　by　any　contrition
  for　wrongdoing。　　Of　course　if　he　wished　to　withdraw　his　confidences
  from　her；　just　as　he　had　almost　confessed　he　wished　to　withdraw　his
  NAME；　she　couldn't　help　it；　but　it　was　hard　that　when　she　sat　there
  all　day　long　trying　to　think　what　was　best　for　them；　she　should　be
  blamed！　　At　which　the　quiet　and　forgiving　John　Milton　smiled
  remorsefully　and　tried　to　comfort　her。　　Nevertheless　an　occasional
  odd；　indefinable　chill　seemed　to　creep　across　the　feverish
  enthusiasm　with　which　he　was　celebrating　this　day　of　fortune。　　And
  yet　he　neither　knew　nor　suspected　until　long　after　that　his　foolish
  wife　had　that　night　half　betrayed　his　secret　to　the　stranger！
  The　next　day　he　presented　a　note　of　introduction　from　Mr。　Fletcher
  to　the　business　manager　of　the　〃Clarion；〃　and　the　following　morning
  was　duly　installed　in　office。　　He　did　not　see　his　benefactor　again；
  that　single　visit　was　left　in　the　mystery　and　isolation　of　an
  angelic　episode。　　It　later　appeared　that　other　and　larger　interests
  in　the　San　Jose　valley　claimed　his　patron's　residence　and　attendance；
  only　the　capital　and　general　purpose　of　the　paperto　develop　into　a
  party　organ　in　the　interest　of　his　possible　senatorial　aspirations
  in　due　seasonwas　furnished　by　him。　　Grateful　as　John　Milton　felt
  towards　him；　he　was　relieved；　it　seemed　probable　that　Mr。　Fletcher
  HAD　selected　him　on　his　individual　merits；　and　not　as　the　son　of　a
  millionaire。
  He　threw　himself　into　his　work　with　his　old　hopeful　enthusiasm；　and
  perhaps　an　originality　of　method　that　was　part　of　his　singular
  independence。　　Without　the　student's　training　or　restraint；for
  his　two　years'　schooling　at　Tasajara　during　his　parents'　prosperity
  came　too　late　to　act　as　a　discipline；he　was　unfettered　by　any
  rules；　and　guided　only　by　an　unerring　instinctive　taste　that　became
  near　being　genius。　　He　was　a　brilliant　and　original；　if　not　always
  a　profound　and　accurate；　reporter。　　By　degrees　he　became　an
  accustomed　interest　to　the　readers　of　the　〃Clarion；〃　then　an
  influence。　　Actors　themselves　in　many　a　fierce　drama；　living　lives
  of　devotion；　emotion；　and　picturesque　incident；　they　had　satisfied
  themselves　with　only　the　briefest　and　most　practical　daily　record
  of　their　adventure；　and　even　at　first　were　dazed　and　startled　to
  find　that　many　of　them　had　been　heroes　and　some　poets。　　The
  stealthy　boyish　reader　of　romantic　chronicle　at　Sidon　had　learned
  by　heart　the　chivalrous　story　of　the　emigration。　　The　second　column
  of　the　〃Clarion〃　became　famous　even　while　the　figure　of　its
  youthful　writer；　unknown　and　unrecognized；　was　still　nightly
  climbing　the　sands　of　Russian　Hill；　and　even　looking　down　as　before
  on　the　lights　of　the　growing　city；　without　a　thought　that　he　had
  added　to　that　glittering　constellation。
  Cheerful　and　contented　with　the　exercise　of　work；　he　would　have
  been　happy　but　for　the　gradual　haunting　of　another　dread　which
  presently　began　to　drag　him　at　earlier　hours　up　the　steep　path　to
  his　little　home；　to　halt　him　before　the　door　with　the　quickened
  breath　of　an　anxiety　he　would　scarcely　confess　to　himself；　and
  sometimes　hold　him　aimlessly　a　whole　day　beneath　his　roof。　　For　the
  pretty　but　delicate　Mrs。　Harcourt；　like　others　of　her　class；　had
  added　a　weak　and　ineffective　maternity　to　their　other　conjugal
  trials；　and　one　early　dawn　a　baby　was　born　that　lingered　with　them
  scarcely　longer　than　the　morning　mist　and　exhaled　with　the　rising
  sun。　　The　young　wife　regained　her　strength　slowly；so　slowly　that
  the　youthful　husband　brought　his　work　at　times　to　the　house　to　keep
  her　company。　　And　a　s