n, how do
you know you _would_ be scared?"

The allied forces broke out in chorus: "But, Martha, everybody says
so. Everybody says so."

"Everybody says what?"

"Everybody that's seen him say they were frightened almost to death.
Tisn't only women, but it's men too. It's awful."

Martha wagged her head solemnly. "I'd try not to be afraid of him."

"But supposing you could not help it?" said Kate.

"Yes, and look here," cried Carrie. "I'll tell you another thing. The
Hannigans are going to move out of the house next door."

"On account of him?" demanded Martha.

Carrie nodded. "Mrs. Hannigan says so herself."

"Well, of all things!" ejaculated Martha. "Going to move, eh? You
don't say so! Where they going to move to?"

"Down on Orchard Avenue."

"Well, of all things! Nice house?"

"I don't know about that. I haven't heard. But there's lots of nice
houses on Orchard."

"Yes, but they're all taken," said Kate. "There isn't a vacant house
on Orchard Avenue."

"Oh yes, there is," said Martha. "The old Hampstead house is vacant."

"Oh, of course," said Kate. "But then I don't believe Mrs. Hannigan
would like it there. I wonder where they can be going to move to?"

"I'm sure I don't know," sighed Martha. "It must be to some place we
don't know about."

"Well." said Carrie Dungen, after a general reflective silence, "it's
easy enough to find out, anyhow."

"Who knows--around here?" asked Kate.

"Why, Mrs. Smith, and there she is in her garden," said Carrie,
jumping to her feet. As she dashed out of the door, Kate and Martha
crowded at the window. Carrie's voice rang out from near the steps.
"Mrs. Smith! Mrs. Smith! Do you know where the Hannigans are going to
move to?"

XXIII

The autumn smote the leaves, and the trees of Whilomville were
panoplied in crimson and yellow. The winds grew stronger, and in the
melancholy purple of the nights the home shine of a window became a
finer thing. The little boys, watching the sear and sorrowful leaves
drifting down from the maples, dreamed of the near time when they
could heap bushels in the streets and burn them during the abrupt
evenings.

Three men walked down the Niagara Avenue. As they approached Judge
Hagenthorpe's house he came down his walk to meet them in the manner
of one who has been waiting.

"Are you ready, judge?" one said.

"All ready," he answered.

The four then walked to Trescott's house. He received them in his
office, where he ha