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f yonder painted jars!"

"You are right," said Haward, smiling. "The wife of the minister of this
parish was good enough to come to my assistance."

"Ah!" said the Colonel dryly. "Did Atalanta come as well? She is his
reverence's servant, is she not?"

"No," answered Haward shortly to the last question, and, leaning across,
stirred the fire.

The light caused to sparkle a jeweled pin worn in the lace of his ruffles,
and the toy caught the Colonel's eye. "One of Spotswood's golden
horseshoes!" he exclaimed. "I had them wrought for him in London. Had they
been so many stars and garters, he could have made no greater pother! 'Tis
ten years since I saw one."

Haward detached the horseshoe-shaped bauble from the lace, and laid it on
the other's palm. The master of Westover regarded it curiously, and read
aloud the motto engraved upon its back: "'Sic Juvat Transcendere Montes.'
A barren exploit! But some day I too shall please myself and cross these
sun-kissing hills. And so the maid with the eyes is not his reverence's
servant? What is she?"

Haward took the golden horseshoe in his own hand, and fell to studying it
in the firelight. "I wore this to-night," he said at length, with
deliberation, "in order that it might bring to your mind that sprightly
ultramontane expedition in which, my dear Colonel, had you not been in
England, you had undoubtedly borne a part. You have asked me a question; I
will answer it with a story, and so the time may pass more rapidly until
the arrival of Mr. MacLean with our friends who set traps." He turned the
mimic horseshoe this way and that, watching the small gems, that simulated
nails, flash in the red light. "Some days to the west of Germanna," he
said, "when about us were the lesser mountains, and before us those that
propped the sky, we came one sunny noon upon a valley, a little valley,
very peaceful below the heights. A stream shone through it, and there were
noble trees, and beside the stream the cabin of a frontiersman."

On went the story.

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