himand　he〃
  〃You　know　perfectly　what　I　mean；　Mr。　Grant。　　I　speak　of　the　conduct
  of　the　mother　and　father　and　those　two　sisters！〃
  Grant　slightly　elevated　his　eyebrows。　　〃But　you　forget；　Mrs。
  Ashwood。　　It　was　young　Harcourt　and　his　wife's　own　act。　　They
  preferred　to　take　their　own　path　and　keep　it。〃
  〃I　think；〃　said　Mrs。　Ashwood　authoritatively；　〃that　the　idea　of
  leaving　those　two　unfortunate　children　to　suffer　and　struggle　on
  aloneout　thereon　the　sand　hills　of　San　Franciscowas　simply
  disgraceful！〃
  Later　that　evening　she　was　unreasonably　annoyed　to　find　that　her
  brother；　Mr。　John　Shipley；　had　taken　advantage　of　the　absence　of
  Grant　to　pay　marked　attention　to　Clementina；　and　had　even　prevailed
  upon　that　imperious　goddess　to　accompany　him　after　dinner　on　a
  moonlight　stroll　upon　the　veranda　and　terraces　of　Los　Pajaros。
  Nevertheless　she　seemed　to　recover　her　spirits　enough　to　talk
  volubly　of　the　beautiful　scenery　she　had　discovered　in　her　late
  perilous　abandonment　in　the　wilds　of　the　Coast　Range；　to　aver　her
  intention　to　visit　it　again；　to　speak　of　it　in　a　severely　practical
  way　as　offering　a　far　better　site　for　the　cottages　of　the　young
  married　couples　just　beginning　life　than　the　outskirts　of　towns　or
  the　bleak　sand　hills　of　San　Francisco；　and　thence　by　graceful
  degrees　into　a　dissertation　upon　popular　fallacies　in　regard　to
  hasty　marriages；　and　the　mistaken　idea　of　some　parents　in　not
  accepting　the　inevitable　and　making　the　best　of　it。　　She　still
  found　time　to　enter　into　an　appreciative　and　exhaustive　criticism
  upon　the　literature　and　journalistic　enterprise　of　the　Pacific
  Coast　with　the　proprietor　of　the　〃Pioneer；〃　and　to　cause　that
  gentleman　to　declare　that　whatever　people　might　say　about　rich　and
  fashionable　Eastern　women；　that　Mrs。　Ashwood's　head　was　about　as
  level　as　it　was　pretty。
  The　next　morning　found　her　more　thoughtful　and　subdued；　and　when
  her　brother　came　upon　her　sitting　on　the　veranda；　while　the　party
  were　preparing　to　return；　she　was　reading　a　newspaper　slip　that　she
  had　taken　from　her　porte…monnaie；　with　a　face　that　was　partly
  shadowed。
  〃What　have　you　struck　there；　Conny？〃　said　her　brother　gayly。　　〃It
  looks　too　serious　for　a　recipe。〃
  〃Something　I　should　like　you　to　read　some　time；　Jack；〃　she　said；
  lifting　her　lashes　with　a　slight　timidity；　〃if　you　would　take　the
  trouble。　　I　really　wonder　how　it　would　impress　you。〃
  〃Pass　it　over；〃　said　Jack　Shipley　good…humoredly；　with　his　cigar
  between　his　lips。　　〃I'll　take　it　now。〃
  She　handed　him　the　slip　and　turned　partly　away；　he　took　it；　glanced
  at　it　sideways；　turned　it　over；　and　suddenly　his　look　grew
  concentrated；　and　he　took　the　cigar　from　his　lips。
  〃Well；〃　she　said　playfully；　turning　to　him　again。　　〃What　do　you
  think　of　it？〃
  〃Think　of　it？〃　he　said　with　a　rising　color。　　〃I　think　it's
  infamous！　　Who　did　it？〃
  She　stared　at　him；　then　glanced　quickly　at　the　slip。　　〃What　are　you
  reading？〃　she　said。
  〃This；　of　course；〃　he　said　impatiently。　　〃What　you　gave　me。〃　　But
  he　was　pointing　to　THE　OTHER　SIDE　of　the　newspaper　slip。
  She　took　it　from　him　impatiently　and　read　for　the　first　time　the
  printing　on　the　reverse　side　of　the　article　she　had　treasured　so
  long。　　It　was　the　concluding　paragraph　of　an　apparently　larger
  editorial。　　〃One　thing　is　certain；　that　a　man　in　Daniel　Harcourt's
  position　cannot　afford　to　pass　over　in　silence　accusations　like　the
  above；　that　affect　not　only　his　private　character；　but　the
  integrity　of　his　title　to　the　land　that　was　the　foundation　of　his
  fortune。　　When　trickery；　sharp　practice；　and　even　criminality　in
  the　past　are　more　than　hinted　at；　they　cannot　be　met　by　mere
  pompous　silence　or　allusions　to　private　position；　social　prestige；
  or　distinguished　friends　in　the　present。〃
  Mrs。　Ashwood　turned　the　slip　over　with　scornful　impatience；　a
  pretty　uplifting　of　her　eyebrows　and　a　slight　curl　of　her　lip。　　〃I
  suppose　none　of　those　people's　beginnings　can　bear　looking　into
  and　they　certainly　should　be　the　last　ones　to　find　fault　with
  anybody。　　But；　good　gracious；　Jack！　what　has　this　to　do　with　you？〃
  〃With　me？〃　said　Shipley　angrily。　　〃Why；　I　proposed　to　Clementina
  last　night！〃
  CHAPTER　IX。
  The　wayfarers　on　the　Tasajara　turnpike；　whom　Mr。　Daniel　Harcourt
  passed　with　his　fast　trotting　mare　and　sulky；　saw　that　their　great
  fellow…townsman　was　more　than　usually　preoccupied　and　curt　in　his
  acknowledgment　of　their　salutations。　　Nevertheless　as　he　drew　near
  the　creek；　he　partly　checked　his　horse；　and　when　he　reached　a
  slight　acclivity　of　the　interminable　plainwhich　had　really　been
  the　bank　of　the　creek　in　bygone　dayshe　pulled　up；　alighted；　tied
  his　horse　to　a　rail　fence；　and　clambering　over　the　inclosure　made
  his　way　along　the　ridge。　　It　was　covered　with　nettles；　thistles；
  and　a　few　wiry　dwarf　larches　of　native　growth；　dust　from　the
  adjacent　highway　had　invaded　it；　with　a　few　scattered　and　torn
  handbills；　waste　paper；　rags；　empty　provision　cans；　and　other
  suburban　debris。　　Yet　it　was　the　site　of　'Lige　Curtis's　cabin；　long
  since　erased　and　forgotten。　　The　bed　of　the　old　creek　had　receded；
  the　last　tules　had　been　cleared　away；　the　channel　and　embarcadero
  were　half　a　mile　from　the　bank　and　log　whereon　the　pioneer　of
  Tasajara　had　idly　sunned　himself。
  Mr。　Harcourt　walked　on；　occasionally　turning　over　the　scattered
  objects　with　his　foot；　and　stopping　at　times　to　examine　the　ground
  more　closely。　　It　had　not　apparently　been　disturbed　since　he
  himself；　six　years　ago；　had　razed　the　wretched　shanty　and　carried
  off　its　timbers　to　aid　in　the　erection　of　a　larger　cabin　further
  inland。　　He　raised　his　eyes　to　the　prospect　before　him；to　the
  town　with　its　steamboats　lying　at　the　wharves；　to　the　grain
  elevator；　the　warehouses；　the　railroad　station　with　its　puffing
  engines；　the　flagstaff　of　Harcourt　House　and　the　clustering　roofs
  of　the　town；　and　beyond；　the　painted　dome　of　his　last　creation；　the
  Free　Library。　　This　was　all　HIS　work；　HIS　planning；　HIS　foresight；
  whatever　they　might　say　of　the　wandering　drunkard　from　whose
  tremulous　fingers　he　had　snatched　the　opportunity。　　They　could　not
  take　THAT　from　him；　however　they　might　follow　him　with　envy　and
  reviling；　any　more　than　they　could　wrest　from　him　the　five　years　of
  peaceful　possession。　　It　was　with　something　of　the　prosperous
  consciousness　with　which　he　had　mounted　the　platform　on　the　opening
  of　the　Free　Library；　that　he　now　climbed　into　his　buggy　and　drove
  away。
  Nevertheless　he　stopped　at　his　Land　Office　as　he　drove　into　town；
  and　gave　a　few　orders。　　〃I　want　a　strong　picket　fence　put　around
  the　fifty…vara　lot　in　block　fifty…seven；　and　the　ground　cleared　up
  at　once。　　Let　me　know　when　the　men　get　to　work；　and　I'll　overlook
  them。〃
  Re…entering　his　own　house　in　the　square；　where　Mrs。　Harcourt　and
  Clementinawho　often　accompanied　him　in　those　business　visits
  were　waiting　for　him　with　luncheon；　he　smiled　somewhat　superciliously
  as　the　servant　informed　him　that　〃Professor　Grant　had　just　arrived。〃
  Really　that　man　was　trying　to　make　the　most　of　his　time　with
  Clementina！　　Perhaps　the　rival　attractions　of　that　Boston　swell
  Shipley　had　something　to　do　with　it！　　He　must　positively　talk　to
  Clementina　about　this。　　In　point　of　fact　he　himself　was　a　little
  disappointed　in　Grant；　who；　since　his　offer　to　take　the　task　of
  hunting　down　his　calumniators；　had　really　done　nothing。　　He　turned
  into　his　study；　but　was　slightly　astonished　to　find　that　Grant；
  instead　of　paying　court　to　Clementina　in　the　adjoining　drawing…room；
  was　sitting　rather　thoughtfully　in　his　own　armchair。
  He　rose　as　Harcourt　entered。　　〃I　didn't　let　them　announce　me　to
  the　ladies；〃　he　said；　〃as　I　have　some　important　business　with　you
  first；　and　we　may　find　it　necessary　that　I　should　take　the　next
  train　back　to　town。　　You　remember　that　a　few　weeks　ago　I　offered　to
  look　into　the　matter　of　those　slanders　against　you。　　I　apprehended
  it　would　be　a　trifling　matter　of　envy　or　jealousy　on　the　part　of
  your　old　associates　or　neighbors　which　could　be　put　straight　with　a
  little　good　feeling；　but　I　must　be　frank　with　you；　Harcourt；　and
  say　at　the　beginning　that　it　turns　out　to　be　an　infernally　ugly
  business。　　Call　it　conspiracy　if　you　like；　or　organized　hostility；
  I'm　afraid　it　will　require　a　lawyer　rather　than　an　arbitrator　to
  manage　it；　and　the　sooner　the　better。　　For　the　most　unpleasant
  thing　about　it　is；　that　I　can't　find　out　exactly　HOW　BAD　it　is！〃
  Unfortunately　the　weaker　instinct　of　Harcourt's　nature　was　first
  roused；　the　vulgar　rage　which　confounds　the　bearer　of　ill　news　with
  the　news　itself　filled　his　breast。　　〃And　this　is　all　that　your
  confounded　intermeddling　came　to？〃　he　said　brutally。
  〃No；〃　said　Grant　quietly；　with　a　preoccupied　ignoring　of　the　insult
  that　was　more　hopeless　for　Harcourt。　　〃I　found　out　that　it　is
  claimed　that　this　'Lige　Curtis　was　not　drowned　nor　lost　that　night；