ll on a relative--to be put
off with a mile or two of brick wall. The gate must have been walled
up since his father's time, for Thor had never mentioned any
deficiency in that respect. But Balder's determination was
piqued,--not to mention his curiosity. Had the path from Mr.
MacGentle's office to Doctor Glyphic's door been straight and
unobstructed, the young man might have wandered aside and never
reached the end. As it was, he was goaded into the resolution to see
his uncle at all hazards. An additional spur was the thought of the
gracious apparition which he had seen--or dreamt he saw--from the
farther bank. Was she indeed but an apparition?--or the single reality
amidst the throng of fantasies evoked by his overwrought
mind?--beaconing him through misty errors to a fate better than he
knew! In all seriousness, who could she be? Had Doctor Glyphic crowned
his eccentricities by marrying, and begetting a daughter?

These speculations were interrupted by the clear, joyous note of a
bird, just above Balder's head. It was such a note as might have been
uttered by a paradisical cuckoo with the breath of a brighter world in
his throat. Looking up, he saw a beautiful little fowl perched on the
topmost twig of the birch-tree. It had a slender bill, and on its head
a crest of splendid feathers, which it set up at Balder in a most
coquettish manner. The next moment it flew over the wall, and from the
farther side warbled an invitation to follow.

Although he could not fly, Balder reflected that he could climb, and
that the top of the tree would show him more than he could see now.
The birch looked tolerably climbable and was amply high; as to
toughness, he thought not about it. Beneath what frivolous disguises
does destiny mask her approach! Discretion is a virtue; yet, had
Balder been discreet enough to examine the tree before getting into
it, the ultimate consequences are incalculable!

As it was (and marvelling why he had not thought of doing it before)
he set stoutly to work, and, despite his jack-boots, was soon among
the upper branches. The birch trembled and groaned unheeded. The bird
(an Egyptian bird,--a hoopoe,--descendant of a pair brought by Doctor
Glyphic from the Nile a quarter of a century ago),--the hoopoe was
fluttering and warbling and setting its brilliant cap at the young man
more captivatingly than ever. A glance over the enclosure showed a
beautifully fertile and luxurious expanse, damasked with soft