ne wanted to meet a white horse with his body
on a cloud and "his feet in the sky" on this mysterious night of
Halloween.

"I will go," said Eliza, firmly.

"Yes, Eliza, you go," said Mr. Miller. "You are a brave girl."

Eliza mounted the wagon seat.

Obed stepped up to her, and whispered, "Say, Eliza, what was it?"

"I will never tell; remember, now remember once for all, for your sake,
Obed, I will never tell. You played me a mean trick, Obed; but other
people were to blame for it; you never had any one to teach you like my
mother. For your sake, Obed, left, as you are, all alone in the world, I
will never say another word. Now I have done my whole duty, Obed, and,
although I cannot trust you, I will always be your friend."

Obed turned away.

"What did she say?" asked the people.

"She said that she would never tell what she saw," said Obed.

"I shall keep a close eye on that girl hereafter. There may be witches,
and she may be one. This is a very strange night, this Halloween." So
said Mrs. Miller.

Obed had received an arrow in his heart. "_Although I cannot trust
you_," the words spoken by Eliza haunted him. He went about a dull,
absent-minded young man, and the people attributed his sadness to the
sight that he had seen in the midnight ride.

Eliza was always very kind to him. She never spoke to him of the night
that he had deserted her but once. It was on the eve before she united
with the village church.

"Obed," she said, "I have something on my conscience. I owe it to you to
say that what I saw on that Halloween night would never have harmed you
or me."

This confession added to his depression of spirits. He had indeed been a
coward, and forfeited the trust of the best and truest heart that he had
ever known.

The Revolution came. A new flag leaped into the air. Obed had heard the
cannon of Bunker Hill, and seen from afar the smoke of the battle as it
arose on the afternoon of that fateful day.

There was a call for minute-men. A horseman came riding into Medfield,
blowing a horn, and calling upon the farmers to volunteer.

Obed started up at the sound. He knew what was wanted.

He called Eliza out under the great elms.

"English Eliza, I am going. I shall never come back. You will never see
me again. I shall never come back. Some one must die in this cause, and
who better than I? Coward you think me, but you do not know me. I am not
afraid to die. We were thrown upon the world together