His Sombre Rivals. Edward Payson Roe

E. P. R.

      CORNWALL-ON-THE-HUDSON, August 21, 1883.

      CHAPTER I AN EMBODIMENT OF MAY

      CHAPTER II MERE FANCIES

      CHAPTER III THE VERDICT OF A SAGE

      CHAPTER IV WARNING OR INCENTIVE

      CHAPTER V IMPRESSIONS

      CHAPTER VI PHILOSOPHY AT FAULT

      CHAPTER VII WARREN HILLAND

      CHAPTER VIII SUPREME MOMENTS

      CHAPTER IX THE REVELATION

      CHAPTER X THE KINSHIP OF SUFFERING

      CHAPTER XI THE ORDEAL

      CHAPTER XII FLIGHT TO NATURE

      CHAPTER XIII THE FRIENDS

      CHAPTER XIV NOBLE DECEPTION

      CHAPTER XV "I WISH HE HAD KNOWN"

      CHAPTER XVI THE CLOUD IN THE SOUTH

      CHAPTER XVII PREPARATION

      CHAPTER XVIII THE CALL TO ARMS

      CHAPTER XIX THE BLOOD-RED SKY

      CHAPTER XX TWO BATTLES

      CHAPTER XXI THE LOGIC OF EVENTS

      CHAPTER XXII SELF-SENTENCED

      CHAPTER XXIII AN EARLY DREAM FULFILLED

      CHAPTER XXIV UNCHRONICLED CONFLICTS

      CHAPTER XXV A PRESENTIMENT

      CHAPTER XXVI AN IMPROVISED PICTURE GALLERY

      CHAPTER XXVII A DREAM

      CHAPTER XXVIII ITS FULFILMENT

      CHAPTER XXIX A SOUTHERN GIRL

      CHAPTER XXX GUERILLAS

      CHAPTER XXXI JUST IN TIME

      CHAPTER XXXII A WOUNDED SPIRIT

      CHAPTER XXXIII THE WHITE-HAIRED NURSE

      CHAPTER XXXIV RITA'S BROTHER

      CHAPTER XXXV HIS SOMBRE RIVALS

      CHAPTER XXXVI ALL MATERIALISTS

      CHAPTER XXXVII THE EFFORT TO LIVE

      CHAPTER XXXVIII GRAHAM'S LAST SACRIFICE

      CHAPTER XXXIX MARRIED UNCONSCIOUSLY

      CHAPTER XL RITA ANDERSON

      CHAPTER XLI A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM

      CHAPTER I

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      AN EMBODIMENT OF MAY

      "Beyond that revolving light lies my home. And yet why should I use such a term when the best I can say is that a continent is my home? Home suggests a loved familiar nook in the great world. There is no such niche for me, nor can I recall any place around which my memory lingers with especial pleasure."

      In a gloomy and somewhat bitter mood, Alford Graham thus soliloquized as he paced the deck of an in-coming steamer. In explanation it may be briefly said that he had been orphaned early in life, and that the residences of his guardians had never been made homelike to him. While scarcely more than a child he had been placed at boarding-schools where the system and routine made the youth's life little better than that of a soldier in his barrack. Many boys would have grown hardy, aggressive, callous, and very possibly vicious from being thrown out on the world so early. Young Graham became reticent and to superficial observers shy. Those who cared to observe him closely, however, discovered that it was not diffidence, but indifference toward others that characterized his manner. In the most impressible period of his life he had received instruction, advice and discipline in abundance, but love and sympathy had been denied. Unconsciously his heart had become chilled, benumbed and overshadowed by his intellect. The actual world gave him little and seemed to promise less, and, as a result not at all unnatural, he became something of a recluse and bookworm even before he had left behind him the years of boyhood.

      Both comrades and teachers eventually learned that the retiring and solitary youth was not to be trifled with. He looked his instructor steadily in the eye when he recited, and while his manner was respectful, it was never deferential, nor could he be induced to yield a point, when believing himself in the right, to mere arbitrary assertion; and sometimes he brought confusion to his teacher by quoting in support of his own view some unimpeachable authority.

      At the beginning of each school term there were usually rough fellows who thought the quiet boy could be made the subject of practical jokes and petty annoyances without much danger of retaliation. Graham would usually remain patient up to a certain point, and then, in dismay and astonishment, the offender would suddenly find himself receiving a punishment which he seemed powerless to resist. Blows would fall like hail, or if the combatants closed in the struggle, the aggressor appeared to find in Graham's slight form sinew and fury only. It seemed as if the lad's spirit broke forth in such a flame of indignation that no one could withstand him. It was also remembered that while he was not noted for prowess on the playground, few could surpass him in the gymnasium, and that he took long solitary rambles. Such of his classmates, therefore, as were inclined to quarrel with him because of his unpopular ways soon learned that he kept up his muscle with the best of them, and that, when at last roused, his anger struck like lightning from a cloud.

      During the latter part of his college course he gradually formed a strong friendship for a young man of a different type, an ardent sunny-natured youth, who proved an antidote to his morbid tendencies. They went abroad together and studied for two years at a German university, and then Warren Hilland, Graham's friend, having inherited large wealth, returned to his home. Graham, left to himself, delved more and more deeply in certain phases of sceptical philosophy. It appeared to him that in the past men had believed almost everything, and that the heavier the drafts made on credulity the more largely had they been honored. The two friends had long since resolved that the actual and the proved should be the base from which they would advance into the unknown, and they discarded with equal indifference unsubstantiated theories of science and what they were pleased to term the illusions of faith. "From the verge of the known explore the unknown," was their motto, and it had been their hope to spend their lives in extending the outposts of accurate knowledge, in some one or two directions, a little beyond the points already reached. Since the scalpel and microscope revealed no soul in the human mechanism they regarded all theories and beliefs concerning a separate spiritual existence as mere assumption. They accepted the materialistic view. To them each generation was a link in an endless chain, and man himself wholly the product of an evolution which had no relations to a creative mind, for they had no belief in the existence of such a mind. They held that one had only to live wisely and well, and thus transmit the principle of life, not only unvitiated, but strengthened and enlarged. Sins against body and mind were sins against the race, and it was their creed that the stronger, fuller and more nearly complete they made their lives the richer and fuller would be the life that succeeded them. They scouted as utterly unproved and irrational the idea that they could live after death, excepting as the plant lives by adding to the material life and well-being of other plants. But at that time the spring and vigor of youth were in their heart and brain, and it seemed to them a glorious thing to live and do their part in the advancement of the race toward a stage of perfection not dreamed of by the unthinking masses.

      Alas for their visions of future achievement! An avalanche of wealth had overwhelmed Hilland. His letters to his friend had grown more and more infrequent, and they contained many traces of the business cares and the distractions inseparable from his possessions and new relations. And now for causes just the reverse Graham also was forsaking his studies. His modest inheritance, invested chiefly in real estate, had so far depreciated that