ject to something more practical. Will your father, as
governor of New York, be disturbed?"

Her face grew sad.

"I have great fears."

"For what?"

"Father and Jacob Milborne may be declared usurpers."

"But it was on the accession of William and Mary to the throne of
England that your father became governor."

"True. It was not until Andros had been seized in Boston, imprisoned and
sent to England, that my father suggested the seizure of Fort James. He
was made commander and afterward governor, and so holds his office to
this day. I don't know how William and Mary, our dread sovereigns, will
be affected by this seizure of the government of New York."

"It was in their interest."

"It was so intended; but we have all learned not to put our trust in
princes. It is quite dangerous to do so, and I sometimes fear that
trouble will come of it."

"Surely, Adelpha, one of your happy turn of mind would not borrow
trouble. It will come quite soon enough without, and a philosopher would
wait until it comes rather than seek it."

"You are right, Charles; let us be young again, romp in the wood, chase
butterflies and forget the dark clouds that may be hovering over us."
She started to her feet and asked: "Charles, who is that lovely, but
shy young girl, whom I see hurrying along the path?"

He looked in the direction indicated by Adelpha's jewelled finger, and
said:

"She is Cora Waters."

"And who is Cora Waters?"

"A very sweet and amiable girl tarrying here for the present. Her father
was a player, and he became involved in the rebellion in England."

Charles did not care to tell all, for Cora was a disagreeable subject to
discuss with Adelpha; but the companion of his childhood was not to be
so easily put off.

"Charles, she is very pretty. Why have you not told me of her before?"

"I did not suppose you would be interested in her," the young man
answered.

"Not interested in her, with all the romance attached to her. A child
reared in old England, of which I have heard so much, the daughter of a
player, perchance an actress herself. Oh, Charles, I am very anxious to
see her and talk with her."

"Adelpha, do you forget that she is a player?"

"Oh, no; we descendants of the Netherlands look on such things in a far
different light from the fanatical Puritans of New England. I must know
this Cora Waters."

"You shall."

As Charles strolled away from the spring with Adelpha, the face of Sarah
William