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bushes for him. Miss Lucy, his first ideal, went to rest in those
years while the booming tide was running in, and he scarcely knew it.
Mrs. Culpepper was laid beside Ellen out on the Hill; and he hardly
realized it, though no one in all the town had watched him growing
into worldly success with so kindly an eye as she. But the tide was
roaring in, and John Barclay's whole consciousness was turned toward
it; the real things of life about him, he did not see and could not
feel. And so as the century is old the booming tide is full, and John
Barclay in his power--a bubble in the Divine consciousness, a mere
vision in the real world--stands stark mad before his phantasm,
dreaming that it is all real, and chattering to his soul, "Hanno is a
god."

And now we must leave John Barclay for the moment, to explain why Neal
Dow Ward, son of General Philemon Ward, made his first formal call at
the Barclays'. It cannot be gainsaid that young Mr. Ward, aged
twenty-one, a senior at Ward University, felt a tingle in his blood
that day when he met Miss Jeanette Barclay, aged eighteen, and home
for the spring vacation from the state university; and seeing her for
the first time with her eyes and her hair and her pretty, strong, wide
forehead poking through the cocoon of gawky girlhood, created a
distinct impression on young Mr. Ward.

But in all good faith it should be stated that he did not make his
first formal call at the Barclays' of his own accord; for his sister,
Elizabeth Cady Stanton Ward, took him. She came home from the
Culpeppers' just before supper, laughing until she was red in the
face. And what she heard at the Culpeppers', let her tell in her own
way to the man of her heart. For Lizzie was her father's child; the
four other Ward girls, Mary Livermore, Frances Willard, Belva
Lockwood, and Helen Gougar, had climbed to the College Heights and had
gone to Ward University, and from that seat of learning had gone forth
in the world to teach school. Elizabeth Cady Stanton Ward had remained
in the home, after her mother's death filling her mother's vacant
place as well as a daughter may.

"Well, father," said the daughter, as she was putting the evening meal
on the table, addressing the general, who sat reading by the window in
the dining room, "you should have been at the Culpeppers' when the
colonel came home and told us his troubles. It seems that Nellie
McHurdie is going to make Watts run for sheriff--for sheriff, fathe