ow　Colonel　Clayton　to　the　door　and　close　it　behind　him。〃
  Three　nights　later　Malachi　admitted　a　man　he　had　never　seen　before。　He　was　short　and　thick…set　and　had　a　grim；　firmly　set　jaw。　Under　the　lapel　of　his　coat　was　a　gold　shield。　He　asked　for　Mr。　Horn；　who　had　lately　been　living　in　New　York。　He　would　not　come　inside　the　drawing…room；　but　sat　in　the　hall　on　the　hair…cloth　sofa；　his　knees　apart；　his　cap　in　his　hand。
  〃I'm　the　Chief　of　Police；〃　he　said　to　Oliver；　without　　rising　from　his　seat；　〃and　I　come　because　Mr。　Cobb　sent　me。　That's　between　ourselves；　remember。　You'll　have　to　get　out　of　here　at　once。　They've　got　a　yarn　started　that　you're　a　government　detective　sent　down　here　to　spot　rebel　sympathizers　and　they'll　make　it　warm　for　you。　I've　looked　into　it　and　I　know　it　ain't　so；　but　this　town's　in　no　shape　to　listen　to　anything。　Besides；　a　while　ago　one　of　my　men　found　your　friend's　uniform　in　the　cellar　where　you　hid　it　behind　the　barrels　and　the　handkerchief　all　blood；　with　your　name　on　it；　and　they've　got　you　dead　to　rights。　That'll　all　be　out　in　the　morning　papers　and　make　it　worse　for　you。　You　needn't　worry　about　HIM。　He's　all　right。　Mr。　Cobb　found　him　at　daylight　this　morning　just　where　your　nigger　left　him　and　drove　him　over　to　the　junction。　He's　with　his　regiment　　by　this　time。　Get　your　things　together　quick　as　you　can。　I'll　wait　for　you　and　see　you　safe　aboard　the　owl　train。〃
  Within　the　hour　Oliver　had　turned　his　back　on　his　home　and　all　that　he　loved。
  CHAPTER　XIX
  THE　SETTLING　OF　THE　SHADOW
  The　bruised　crocuses　never　again　lifted　their　heads　in　Kennedy　Square。
  With　the　settling　of　the　shadowa　shadow　black　with　hatemen　forgot　the　perfume　of　flowers；　the　rest　and　cool　of　shady　nooks；　the　kindling　touch　of　warm　hands；　and　stood　apart　with　eyes　askance；　women　shuddered　and　grew　pale；　and　sad…faced　children　　peered　out　through　closed　blinds。
  Within　the　Square　itself；　along　paths　that　had　once　echoed　to　the　tread　of　slippered　feet；　armed　sentries　paced；　their　sharp　challenges　breaking　the　stillness　of　the　night。　Outside　its　wrecked　fences　strange　men　in　stranger　uniforms　strode　in　and　out　of　the　joyless　houses；　tired　pickets　stacked　their　arias　on　the　unswept　　piazzas；　and　panting　horses　nibbled　the　bark　from　the　withered　trees；　rank　weeds　choked　the　gardens；　　dishevelled　vines　clung　to　the　porches；　and　doors　that　had　always　swung　wide　to　the　gentle　tap　of　loving　fingers　were　opened　timidly　to　the　blow　of　the　sword…hilt。
  Kennedy　Square　became　a　tradition。
  Some　civilizations　die　slowly。　This　one　was　shattered　　in　a　day　by　a　paving…stone　in　the　hands　of　a　thug。
  CHAPTER　XX
  THE　STONE　MUGS
  Frederick　Stone；　N。A。；　member　of　the　Stone　Mugs；　late　war　correspondent　and　special　artist　on　the　spot；　paused　before　the　cheerful　blaze　of　his　studio　fire；　shaking　the　wet　snow　from　his　feet。　He　had　tramped　across　Washington　Square　in　drifts　that　were　over　his　shoe…tops；　mounted　the　three　flights　of　steps　to　his　cosey　rooms；　and　was　at　the　moment　　expressing　his　views　on　the　weather；　in　terms　more　forcible　than　polite；　to　our　very　old　friend；　Jack　　Bedford；　the　famous　marine…painter。　Bedford；　on　hearing　　the　sound　of　Fred's　footsteps；　had　strolled　in　from　his　own　studio；　in　the　same　building；　and　had　thrown　himself　into　a　big　arm…chair；　where　he　was　sitting　hunched　up；　his　knees　almost　touching　his　chin；　his　round　head　covered　by　a　skull…cap　that　showed　above　the　chair…back。
  〃Nice　weather　for　ducks；　Jack；　isn't　it？　Can't　see　how　anybody　can　get　here　to…night；〃　cried　Fred；　striking　the　mantel　with　his　wet　cap；　and　scattering　the　rain…drops　over　the　hearth。　〃Just　passed　a　Broadway　stage　stuck　in　a　hole　as　I　came　by　the　New　York　Hotel。　Been　there　an　hour；　they　told　me。〃
  〃Shouldn't　wonder。　Whose　night　is　it；　Fred？〃　asked　Jack；　stretching　out　one　leg　in　the　direction　of　the　cheery　blaze。
  〃Horn's。〃
  〃What's　he　going　to　do？〃
  〃Give　it　up。　Ask　me　an　easy　one。　Said　he　wanted　a　thirty　by　forty。　There　it　is　on　the　easel；〃　and　Fred　moved　a　chair　out　of　his　way；　hung　his　wet　coat　and　hat　on　a　peg　behind　the　door；　and　started　to　clear　up　a　tangle　of　artillery　harness　that　littered　the　floor。
  〃Thirty　by　forty；　eh；〃　grunted　Jack；　from　the　depths　of　his　chair。　〃Thunder　and　Mars！　Is　the　beggar　going　to　paint　a　panorama？　Thought　that　canvas　was　for　a　new　cavalry　charge　of　yours！〃　He　had　lowered　the　other　leg　now；　making　a　double…　barrelled　gun　of　the　pair。
  〃No；　it's　Horn's。　He's　going　to　paint　one　of　the　fellows　to…night。〃
  〃In　costume？〃　Jack's　head　was　now　so　low　in　the　chair　that　his　eyes　could　draw　a　bead　along　his　legs　to　the　fire。
  〃Yes；　as　an　old　Burgomaster；　or　something　with　a　ruff；〃　and　he　kicked　an　army　blanket　into　a　corner　as　he　spoke。　〃There's　the　ruff　hanging　on　that　pair　of　foils；　Waller　sent　it　over。〃　Then　his　merry　eyes　fell　on　Jack's　sprawled…out　figure；　his　feet　almost　in　the　gratea　favorite　attitude　of　his　neighbor's　when　tired　out　with　the　day's　work；　comfortable　perhaps；　but　especially　objectionable　at　the　moment。
  〃Hereget　up；　you　old　stick…in…the…mud。　Don't　sit　there；　doubled　up　like　a　government　mule；〃　he　laughed。　（The　army　lingo　still　showed　itself　once　in　a　while　in　Fred's　speech。）　〃Help　me　get　this　room　ready　or　I'll　whale　you　with　this；〃　and　he　waved　one　end　of　a　trace　over　his　head。　〃If　the　fellows　are　coming　they'll　be　here　in　half　an　hour。　Shove　back　that　easel　and　bring　in　that　beerit's　outside　the　door　in　a　box。　I'll　get　out　the　tobacco　and　pipes。〃
  Jack　stretched　both　arms　above　his　head；　emitted　a　yawn　that　could　be　heard　in　his　room　below；　and　sprang　to　his　feet。
  Fred；　by　this　time；　had　taken　down　from　a　closet　a　tin　box　of　crackers；　unwrapped　a　yellow　cheese；　and　was　trimming　its　raw　edges　with　a　palette　knife。　Then　they　both　moved　out　a　big　table　from　the　inner　room　to　the　larger　one；　and；　while　Jack　placed　the　eatables　on　its　bare　top；　Fred　mounted　a　chair；　and　began　lighting　a　circle　of　gas…jets　that　hung　from　the　ceiling　of　the　skylight。　The　war…painter　was　host　to…　night；　and　the　task　of　arranging　the　rooms　for　the　comfort　of　his　fellow…members　consequently　devolved　upon　him。
  The　refreshments　having　been　made　ready；　Fred　roamed　about　the　rooms　straightening　the　pictures　on　the　wallsan　old　fad　of　his　when　guests　of　any　kind　were　expectedpunching　the　cushions　and　Turkish　saddle…bags　into　plumpness；　that　he　had　picked　up　in　a　flying　trip　abroad　the　year　the　war　was　over；　and　stringing　them　along　the　divan　ready　for　the　backs　and　legs　of　the　club…members。　Next　he　stripped　the　piano　of　a　collection　of　camp　sketches　that　had　littered　it　up　for　a　week；　dumped　the　pile　into　a　closet；　and；　with　a　sudden　wrench　of　his　arms；　whirled　the　instrument　itself　close　against　the　wall。　Then　some　fire…arms；　saddles；　and　artillery　trappings　were　hidden　away　in　dark　corners；　and　a　lay　figure；　clothed　in　fatigue　cap　and　blue　overcoat；　and　which　had　done　duty　as　〃a　picket〃　during　the　day；　was　wheeled　around　with　its　face　to　the　wall；　where　it　stood　guard　over　Fred's　famous　picture　ofb〃The　Last　Gun　at　Appomattox。〃　His　final　touches　were　bestowed　　on　the　grate…fire　and　the　coal…scuttle；　both　of　which　were　replenished　from　a　big　pine　box　in　the　hall。
  Jack　Bedford；　meanwhile；　had　busied　himself　rolling　　another　tablea　long　oneunder　the　circle　of　gas…jets　so　that　the　men　could　see　to　work　the　better；　and　loading　it　with　palettes；　china　tiles；　canvases；　etc。；　to　be　used　by　the　members　of　the　club　in　their　work　of　the　evening。　Last　of　all　and　not　by　any　means　the　least　important；　Jack；　by　the　aid　of　a　chair；　gathered　together；　on　the　top　shelf　of　the　closet；　the　unique　collection　of　stone　beer…mugs　from　which　the　club　took　its　name。　These　he　handed　down　one　by　one　to　Fred；　who　arranged　them　in　a　row　on　one　end　of　the　long　table。　The　mugs　were　to　hold　the　contents　　of　sundry　bottles　of　beer；　now　safely　stowed　away　in　the　lidless；　pigeon…holed　box；　standing　in　the　hall；　which　Fred　unloaded　later；　placing　the　bottles　on　the　window…sill　outside　to　cool。
  Before　they　had　ended　their　preparations；　the　stamping　of　feet　on　the　stair　was　heard；　the　door　was　thrown　back；　and　the　several　members　of　the　club　began　to　arrive。
  The　great　Waller　came　first；　brushing　the　snow　from　his　shaggy　coat；　looking　like　a　great　bear；　growling　　as　he　rolled　in；　as　was　his　wont。　Close　behind　him；　puffing　with　the　run　upstairs；　and　half…hidden　behind　Waller's　broad　shoulders；　trotted　Simmons；　the　musician。
  Not　the　tousled；　ill…clad　Waller；　the　〃Walrus〃　of　former　daysno　one　dared　to　call　the　painter　by　any　such　names　since　his　picture　took　the　Medaille　d'Honneur　at　Parisand　not　the　slender；　smooth…　faced　Simmons；　who　in　the　old　days　was　content　to　take　his　chances　of　filling　a　vacancy　at　Wallack's　or　the　Winter　Garden；　when　some　one　of　the　regular　orchestra　was　under　the　weather；　but　a　sleek；　prosperous；　　rotund　Waller；　with　a　bit　of　red　in　his　button…　hole；　a　wide　expanse　of　shirt…front；　and　a　waxed　　mustache；　and　a　thoughtful；　slightly　bald；　and　well…　dressed　Simmons；　with　gold　eyeglasses；　and　his　hair　worn　long　in　his　neck　as　befitted　the　leader　of　an　orchestra　whose　concerts　crowded　the　Academy　to　the　doors。
  These　two　arrivals　nodded　to　Jack　and　Fred；　Waller　　cursing　the　weather