dissolved. Van Heemskirk's grandson, Lieutenant Hyde, was hastening
towards Broadway; and the lovely Cornelia Moran was sauntering up the
garden of her home, stooping occasionally to examine the pearl-powdered
auriculas or to twine around its support some vine, straggling out of
its proper place.

Then Van Ariens hurried down to his tanning pits in the swamp; and Van
Heemskirk went thoughtfully to Broad Street; walking slowly, with his
left arm laid across his back, and his broad, calm countenance beaming
with that triumph which he foresaw for the city he loved. When he
reached Federal Hall, he stood a minute in the doorway; and with
inspired eyes looked at the splendid, moving picture; then he walked
proudly toward the Hall of Representatives, saying to himself, with
silent exultation as he went:

"The Seat of Government! Let who will, have it; New York is the Crowning
City. Her merchants shall be princes, her traffickers the honourable of
the earth; the harvest of her rivers shall be her royal revenue, and the
marts of all nations shall be in her streets."




CHAPTER II

THIS IS THE WAY OF LOVE


Cornelia lingered in the garden, because she had suddenly, and as yet
unconsciously, entered into that tender mystery, so common and so