added.

"Do go, my dear; you may get some shooting, as you say," said
Mrs. Burton, a little wistfully, but kindly personifying Tom's
inclination.

"You've started me off on a fine romantic adventure," said the young
man, smiling. "Come; my cigar's gone out, and it never was good for
much; let's go in and try the cards, and talk about things; perhaps
you'll think of something more about the Bellamys. You said that my
grandfather had a classmate"--

Mrs. Burton stopped to put the cup into its chamois bag again, and
handed it solemnly to Tom, then she took his arm, and dismissing all
unpleasant thoughts, they sat down to the peaceful game of cribbage to
while away the time. The grandson lent himself gayly to
pleasure-making, and they were just changing the cards for their
books, when one of the elder friends of the house appeared, one of the
two or three left who called Mrs. Burton Margaret, and was greeted
affectionately as Henry in return. This guest always made the dear
lady feel young; he himself was always to the front of things, and had
much to say. It was quite forgotten that a last charge had been given
to Tom, or that the past had been wept over. Presently, the late
evening hours being always her best, she forgot in eager talk that she
had any grandson at all, and Tom slipped away with his book to his own
sitting-room and his pipe. He took the little cup out of its bag
again, and set it before him, and began to lay plans for a Southern
journey.

III.

The Virginia country was full of golden autumn sunshine and blue haze.
The long hours spent on a slow-moving train were full of shocks and
surprises to a young traveler who knew almost every civilized country
better than his own. The lonely look of the fields, the trees
shattered by war, which had not yet had time enough to muffle their
broken tops with green; the negroes, who crowded on board the train,
lawless, and unequal to holding their liberty with steady hands,
looked poor and less respectable than in the old plantation days--it
was as if the long discipline of their former state had counted for
nothing. Tom Burton felt himself for the first time to have something
of a statesman's thoughts and schemes as he moralized along the way.
Presently he noticed with deep sympathy a lady who came down the
crowded car, and took the seat just in front of him. She carried a
magazine under her arm a copy of--"Blackwood," which was presently
proved to bear the date