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Battle　Field　put　no　more　restraint　upon　its　young　women　than　it　put　upon　its　young　menand　it　put　no　restraint　upon　the　young　men。　　In　theory　and　practice　it　was　democratic；　American；　westernan　outgrowth　of　that　pioneer　life　in　which　the　men　and　the　women　had　fought　and　toiled　and　enjoyed；　side　by　side；　in　absolute　equality；　with　absolute　freedom　of　association。　　It　recognized　that　its　students　had　been　brought　up　in　the　free；　simple；　frank　way；　that　all　came　from　a　region　where　individualism　was　a　religion；　with　self…reliance　as　the　cardinal　principle　of　faith　and　self…development　as　the　goal。

There　were　no　dormitories　at　Battle　Field　then。　　Olivia　and　Pauline　lived　in　one　of　the　hundred　or　more　boarding…housesa　big；　square；　white　〃frame；〃　kept　by　a　Mrs。　Trent；　the　widow　of　a　〃hero　of　two　wars。〃

Her　hero　had　won　her　with　his　uniform　when　he　returned　from　the　Mexican　War。　　His　conduct　was　so　irregular　and　his　income　so　uncertain　that　it　had　been　a　relief　to　her　when　he　departed　for　his　second　war。　　From　it　he　had　brought　home　a　broken　constitution；　a　maimed　body　and　confirmed　habits　of　shiftlessness　and　drunkenness。　　His　country　took　his　character　and　his　health　and　paid　him　in　exchange　a　pension　which　just　about　kept　him　in　whisky　and　tobacco。　　So　long　as　he　was　alive　Mrs。　Trent　hated　him　as　vigorously　as　her　Christianity　permitted。　　When　he　was　safely　in　his　grave　she　canonized　him；　she　put　his　picture　and　his　sword；　belt　and　epaulets　in　the　conspicuous　place　in　the　parlor；　she　used　his　record　for　gallantry　to　get　herself　social　position　and　a　place　of　honor　at　public　gatherings。

Her　house　stood　back　from　the　highway　in　a　grove　of　elms　and　walnuts。　　Its　angularity　was　relieved　by　a　porch　with　a　flat　roof　that　had　a　railing　about　it　and　served　as　a　balcony　for　the　second…story　lodgers。　　There　were　broad　halls　through　the　middle　of　the　house　down…stairs　and　up。　　Olivia　and　Pauline　had　the　three　large　rooms　in　the　second　story　on　the　south　side。　　They　used　the　front　room　as　a　study　and　Pauline's　bedroom　was　next　to　it。

Late　one　afternoon　she　was　seated　at　the　study　window　watching　a　cherry…red　sun　drop　through　the　purple　haze　of　the　autumn。　　She　became　conscious　that　some　one　was　on　the　balcony　before　the　window　of　the　front　room　across　the　hall。　　She　leaned　so　that　she　could　see　without　being　seen。　　Sharp　against　the　darkening　sky　was　the　profile　of　a　young　man。　　Olivia　joined　her　and　followed　her　glance。　　The　profile　remained　fixed　and　the　two　girls　watched　it；　fascinated。　　It　certainly　was　a　powerful　outline；　proud　and　stern；　but　with　a　mouth　that　was　sweet　in　its　kindliness　and　gentleness。

〃I　wonder　what　he's　thinking　about；〃　said　Olivia；　in　an　undertone；　he　was　not　fifteen　feet　from　them。　　〃I　suppose；　some　scheme　for　conquering　the　world。〃

Most　of　Battle　Field's　youth　came　from　the　farms　of　that　western　country；　the　young　men　with　bodies　and　brains　that　were　strong　but　awkward。　　Almost　all　were　working　their　way　throughas　were　not　a　few　of　the　women。　　They　felt　that　life　was　a　large；　serious　business　impatiently　waiting　for　them　to　come　and　attend　to　it　in　a　large；　serious　way　better　than　it　had　ever　been　attended　to　before。　　They　studied　hard；　they　practised　oratory　and　debating。　　Their　talk　was　of　history　and　philosophy；　religion　and　politics。　　They　slept　little；　they　thoughtor　tried　to　thinkeven　more　than　they　talked。

At　a　glance　this　man　was　one　of　them；　a　fine　type。

〃He's　handsome；　isn't　he？〃　said　Pauline。

〃But〃　　She　did　not　finish；　indeed　it　was　not　clear　to　her　what　the　rest　of　her　protest　was。　　He　reminded　her　of　Dumontthere　was　the　same　look　of　superiority；　of　the　〃born　to　lead。〃　　But　his　face　seemed　to；　have　some　quality　which　Dumont's　lackedor　was　it　only　the　idealizing　effect　of　the　open　sky　and　the　evening　light？

When　the　bell　rang　for　supper　he　apparently　did　not　hear　it。　　The　two　girls　went　down　and　had　talked　to　the　others　a　few　minutes　and　all　had　seated　themselves　before　he　entered。　　An　inch　or　so　above　six　feet；　powerful　in　the　chest　and　shoulders；　he　moved　with　a　large　grace　until　he　became　self…conscious　or　approached　the；　by　comparison；　frail　pieces　of　furniture。　　He　had　penetrating；　candid　eyes　that　looked　dark　in　the　gaslight　but　were　steel…blue。　　His　face　now　wore　the　typical　western…American　expressionshrewd；　easy…going　good　humor。　　Mrs。　Trent；　intrenched　in　state　behind　a　huge；　silver…plated　coffee…urn　with　ivory…trimmed　faucet；　introduced　himMr。　Scarboroughto　Olivia；　to　Pauline；　to　Sadie　McIntosh；　to　Pierson　and　Howe　and　Thiebaud　（pronounced　Cay…bo）。　　Scarborough　sat　directly　opposite　Olivia。　　But　whenever　he　lifted　his　eyes　from　his　plate　he　looked　at　Pauline；　who　was　next　to　her。　　When　she　caught　him　he　blushed　and　stirred　in　his　chair　so　uneasily　that　it　creaked　and　crackled；　and　his　normal　difficulties　with　his　large　hands　and　the　small　knife　and　fork　were　distressingly　increased。

Pauline　was　disappointed　in　himhis　clothes　were　ill…fitting　and　gave　him　the　appearance　of　being　in　danger　of　bursting　from　them；　his　hair　was　too　long；　suggesting　a　shaggy；　tawny　mane；　though　his　hands　were　well…shaped　they　had　the　recent　scars　of　hard　manual　labor。　　Thus；　when　Olivia　spoke　enthusiastically　of　him　after　supper；　she　made　no　reply。　　She　would　have　been　ashamed　to　acknowledge　the　reasons　for　her　lack　of　admiration；　even　had　she　been　conscious　of　them。

But　the　next　morning　at　breakfast　she　revised　her　opinion　somewhat。　　He　talked；　and　he　had　a　remarkable　voiceclear；　musical；　with　a　quality　which　made　it　seem　to　penetrate　through　all　the　nerves　instead　of　through　the　auditory　nerve　only。　　Further；　he　talked　straight　to　Pauline；　without　embarrassment　and　with　a　quaint；　satiric　humor。　　She　was　forgetting　for　the　moment　his　almost　uncouth　hair　and　dress　when；　in　making　a　sweeping　gesture；　he　upset　a　glass　of　water　and　sent　a　plate　of　hot　bread　flying　from　the　waitress'　hand。

〃He'd　do　well　in　the　open　air；〃　thought　she；　〃but　he's　out　of　place　in　a　house。〃

Still；　she　found　him　interesting　and　original。　　And　he　persistently　sought　herhis　persistence　was　little　short　of　heroism　in　view　of　the　never…wholly…concealed　sufferings　which　the　contrast　between　her　grace　and　style　and　his　lack　of　both　caused　him。

〃He　looks　like　a　king　who　had　been　kidnapped　as　a　child　and　brought　up　in　the　wilds；〃　said　Olivia。　　〃I　wonder　who　he　is。〃

〃I'll　ask　him；〃　replied　Pauline。　　And　Olivia　was　slyly　amused　by　her　cousin's　unconscious　pride　in　her　power　with　this　large；　untamed　person。



III。

AND　SCARBOROUGH。


His　name　was　Hampden　Scarborough　and　he　came　from　a　farm　about　twenty　miles　east　of　Saint　X。　　He　was　descended　from　men　who　had　learned　to　hate　kings　in　Holland　in　the　sixteenth　century；　had　learned　to　despise　them　in　England　in　the　seventeenth　century；　had　learned　to　laugh　at　them　in　America　in　the　eighteenth　century；　had　learned　to　exalt　themselves　into　kingsthe　kings　of　the　new　democracyin　the　free　West　in　the　nineteenth　century。

When　any　one　asked　his　father；　Bladen　Scarborough；　who　the　family　ancestors　were；　Bladen　usually　did　not　answer　at　all。　　It　was　his　habit　thus　to　treat　a　question　he　did　not　fancy；　and；　if　the　question　was　repeated；　to　supplement　silence　with　a　piercing　look　from　under　his　aggressive　eyebrows。　　But　sometimes　he　would　answer　it。　　Once；　for　example；　he　looked　coldly　at　the　man　who；　with　a　covert　sneer；　had　asked　it；　said；　〃You're　impudent；　sir。　　You　insinuate　I'm　not　enough　by　myself　to　command　your　consideration；〃　and　struck　him　a　staggering　blow　across　the　mouth。　　Againhe　was　in　a　playful　mood　that　day　and　the　questioner　was　a　womanhe　replied；　〃I'm　descended　from　murderers；　ma'ammurderers。〃

And　in　a　sense　it　was　the　truth。

In　1568　the　Scarboroughs　were　seated　obscurely　in　an　east　county　of　England。　　They　were　tenant　farmers　on　the　estates　of　the　Earl　of　Ashford　and　had　been　strongly　infected　with　〃leveling〃　ideas　by　the　refugees　then　fleeing　to　England　to　escape　the　fury　of　continental　prince　and　priest。　　John　Scarborough　was　trudging　along　the　highway　with　his　sister　Kate。　　On　horseback　came　Aubrey　Walton；　youngest　son　of　the　Earl　of　Ashford。　　He　admired　the　rosy；　pretty　face　of　Kate　Scarborough。　　He　dismounted　and；　without　so　much　as　a　glance　at　her　brother；　put　his　arm　round　her。　　John　snatched　her　free。　　Young　Walton；　all　amazement　and　wrath　at　the　hind　who　did　not　appreciate　the　favor　he　was　condescending　to　bestow　upon　a　humble　maiden；　ripped　out　an　insult　and　drew　his　sword。　　John　wrenched　it　from　him　and　ran　it　through　his　body。

That　night；　with　four　gold　pieces　in　his　pocket；　John　Scarborough　left　England　in　a　smuggler　and　was　presently　fighting　Philip　of　Spain　in　the　army　of　the　Dutch　people。

In　1653　Zachariah　Scarborough；　great　grandson　of　the　preceding；　was　a　soldier　in　Cromwell's　army。　　On　the　night　of　April　twentieth　he　was　in　an　ale…house　off　Fleet　Street　with　three　brother　officers。　　That　day　Cromwell　had　driven　out　Parliament　and　had　dissolved　the　Council　of　State。　　Three　of　the　officers　were　of　Cromwell's　party；　the　fourth；　Captain　Zachariah　Scarborough；　was　a　〃leveler〃a　hater　of　kings；　a　Dutch…bred　pioneer　of　Dutch…bred　democracy。　　The　discussion　began　hotand　they　poured　ale　on　it。

〃He's　a　tyrant！〃　shouted　Zachar