y--all this had been bartered away, like a shipload of
turnips, to satisfy the greed of one man. Again thirty pieces of
silver! Was a nation to walk the bitter way to its Calvary? Major
Andre, the Adjutant-General of Sir Henry Clinton's large force in New
York, was with the traitor when he rowed from the ship to the west
shore of the Hudson and went into the bush under the observation of
Solomon with his spy-glass. Arnold was to receive a command and large
pay in the British army. The consideration had been the delivery of
maps showing the positions of Washington's men and the plans of his
forts and other defenses, especially those of Forts Putnam and Clinton
and Battery Knox. Much other information was put in the hands of the
British officer, including the prospective movements of the
Commander-in-Chief. He was to be taken in the house of the man he had
befriended. Andre had only to reach New York with his treasure and
Arnold to hold the confidence of his chief for a few days and, before
the leaves had fallen, the war would end. The American army and its
master mind would be at the mercy of Sir Henry Clinton.

Those September days the greatest love-story this world had known was
feeling its way in a cloud of mystery. The thrilling tale of Man and
Liberty, which had filled the dreams of sage and poet, had been nearing
its golden hours. Of a surety, at last, it would seem the lovers were
to be wed. What time, in the flying ages, they had greeted each other
with hearts full of the hope of peace and happiness, some tyrant king
and his armies had come between them. Then what a carnival of lust,
rapine and bloody murder! Man was broken on the wheel of power and
thwarted Hope sat brooding in his little house. History had been a
long siege, like that of Troy, to deliver a fairer Helen from the
established power of Kings. Now, beyond three thousand miles of sea,
supported by the strength of the hills and hearts informed and sworn to
bitter duty, Man, at last, had found his chance. Again Liberty, in
robes white as snow and sweet as the morning, beckoned to her lover.
Another king was come with his armies to keep them apart. The armies
being baffled, Satan had come also and spread his hidden snares. Could
Satan prevail? Was the story nearing another failure--a tragedy dismal
and complete as that of Thermopylae?

This day we shall know. This day holds the moment which is to round
out the fulness of time. It