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At once the musician crossed to her, which was exactly what she had intended. “You don’t like music,” he accused, glowering. “T love it,” retorted Pat.

“Then you don’t like my music.” “Better than your manners.”

“T care nothing for manners.

I am not a society

puppet.”

“If you were, perhaps you would have waited to be presented.” “TI am Leo Stenak,” said he impressively. If not unduly impressed, Pat was at least interested. She remembered the name from having heard Cary Scott speak of a youthful violinist named Stenak who had appeared at a Red Cross concert the year before and for whom he had predicted a real career, “if he can get over his cubbish egotism and self-satisfaction.” “T’ve heard of you,” she remarked. “The whole world will hear of me presently,” he replied positively. ‘Where did you hear?” “From a friend of mine, Cary Scott.” Stenak searched his memory. “I never heard of him. An amateur?” “Yes.” “Amateurs don’t count,” was his superb pronouncement.

“Any friend of mine counts,” said Pat coldly, and turned her back upon him. He flounced away exactly like a disgruntled schoolgirl. “Don’t mind Leo, Pat,” said her hostess, coming over to her with a smile of amusement. “He’s a spoiled child; almost as much spoiled as you are.” “JT don’t mind him,” returned the girl equably, but inside she was tingling with the sense of combat and of the

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man’s intense and salient personality. She was sure that he would come back to her. Late in the evening he did, with a manifest effect of its being against his judgment and intention, which delighted her mischievous soul. Most of the others had left. “They tell me you sing, Miss Fentriss,” he began abruptly. “A little,” replied Pat, who had been devoting what she regarded as hard and grinding work to her music for a six-month. “Rag-time, I suppose.” Contemptuously. “And others!” “Know the Chanson de Florian?” “Of course.” “Well, it’s light sort of trash, but it has a melody. I’ve written my own obbligato to it. If you like I'll play it with you.” “J don’t like, at all, thank you.” “You owe me something for spoiling my andante when you came in. I played wretchedly after that. You did something to me; I was too conscious of you to get back into the music. Won’t you sing for me?” His manner was quite amenable now; his splendid eyes held and made appeal to her. “But I’m an amateur,” she answered, still obdurate. “And amateurs don’t count.”

“Tt isn’t every amateur I’d ask. Comeon!” He caught up his violin. “Ready, Carlos?” he said to the accompanist. Pat gave her little, reckless laugh. “Oh, very well!” She sang. It seemed to her that she was in exceptionally good voice, inspired and upheld by the golden stream

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of counter-melody which surged from the violin. At the close he looked at her intently and in silence. “Well?” queried Pat, thrilling with expectancy of merited praise. “You sing rottenly,” he replied with entire seriousness. “Thank you!” Pat’s sombre eyes smarted with tears of mortification. “But you have a voice. Some of the notes—pure music. Your method—horrible. You should practice.” “T’ve been practicing. A terrible lot.” “Pffooh! Fiddle-faddling. You amateurs don*t know what work is!” “Do you think my voice is worth working with?” “Perhaps. It has beauty. You are beautiful, yourself. Where do you live?” Pat laughed. ‘“What’s the big idea, Mr. Stenak?” “J will take you home when you go. I wish to talk to you.” “Tm not going home. [Im staying with friends downtown.” “Then I will take you there. May I?” “Yes; if you'll play once more for me first.” Though it was quite a distance to her destination, Stenak did not offer to get a taxi. He observed that as the night was pleasant, it would be nice to walk part way, to which Pat, somewhat surprised, assented.

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diately, and with no more self-consciousness than an animal, he became intimately autobiographical. He told her that he was a Russian, a philosophic anarchist, with no belief in or use for society’s instituted formulas: marriage, laws, government—nothing but the eternal right of the individual to express himself to the utmost in his chosen medium of life.

All his assertiveness had left him;

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of a personality as simple and, in some ways, as innocent as a child’s; credulous, eager, resolute, confident, trust-

ing, and illumined with a lambent inner fire. “I was rude to you at first,”’ he confessed. “I am sorry, But I could not help it. I am like that.” “You shouldn’t be,” she chided. “Tell me what I should be and I will be it,”’ he declared,

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understanding between us. You felt it, too?” “I felt something,” admitted she. “But I was angry, myself. How silly of you to give yourself the airs of genius !” “T have genius,” he averred quietly. Such profound conviction was in his tone that Pat was ready to believe him. As they turned to the elevated stairs he asked: “Will you come to my studio soon for music?” “Who else will be there?” “Nobody. Just you and I.” “No. I couldn’t do that. Ask Mrs. Carroll and Vil come.” “Why should you not come alone? Are you afraid of me? That would be strange.” “Of course I’m not afraid of you. Bu 2 “I will not make love to you. I will only make music to you.” Pat reflected that it might well prove to be much the same thing. When she left him it was with a half promise Before the week was out she had gone to his studio, Within the fortnight she had been there half a dozen times. She was drawn back to him by the lure of his marvellous music—“I play for no one as I play for you,” he said—and by the fascinafion of his strange and single-

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 negroes were too ignorant and too barbarous for freedom, and it was thus that he determined practically to demonstrate the fallacy of the assertion. In dealing with his accumulated savings, he made himself the executor of his own will, and instead of leaving a large fortune to be divided among his relatives at his death, he extended to them his munificent aid during his life, watched and aided them in their respective careers, and thus not only laid the foundation, but lived to see the maturity of some of the largest and most prosperous business concerns in the metropolis. We believe that to this day some of our most eminent merchants—such as the Gurneys, Hanburys, and Buxtons—are proud to acknowledge with gratitude the obligations they owe to David Barclay for the means of their first introduction to life, and for the benefits of his counsel and countenance in the early stages of their career. Such a man stands as a mark of the mercantile honesty and integrity of his country, and is a model and example for men of business in all time to come.


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him four hundred men. And he divided the children unto Leah, and unto Rachel, and unto the two handmaids.  And he put the handmaids and their children foremost, and Leah and her children after, and Rachel and Joseph hindermost.  And he himself passed over before them, and bowed himself to the ground seven times, until he came near to his brother.  And Esau ran to meet him, and embraced him, and fell on his neck, and kissed him: and they wept.  And he lifted up his eyes, and saw the women and the children; and said, Who are these with thee? And he said, The children whom God hath graciously given thy servant.  Then the handmaids came near, they and their children, and they bowed themselves.  And Leah also and her children came near, and bowed themselves: and after came Joseph near and Rachel, and they bowed themselves.  And he said, What meanest thou by all this company which I met? And he said, To find favor in the sight of my lord.  And Esau said, I have enough, my brother; let that which thou hast be thine.  And Jacob said, Nay, I pray thee, if now I have found favor in thy sight, then receive my present at my hand; forasmuch as I have seen thy face, as one seeth the face of God, and thou wast pleased with me.  Take, I pray thee, my gift that is brought to thee; because God hath dealt graciously with me, and because I have enough. And he urged him, and he took it.  And he said, Let us take our journey, and let us go, and I will go before thee.  And he said unto him, My lord knoweth that the children are tender, and that the flocks and herds with me have their young: and if they overdrive them one day, all the flocks will die.  Let my lord, I pray thee, pass over before his servant: and I will lead on gently, according to the pace of the cattle that are before me and according to the pace of the children, until I come unto my lord unto Seir.  And Esau said, Let me now leave with thee some of the folk that are with me. And he said, What needeth it? let me find favor in the sight of my lord.  So Esau returned that day on his way unto Seir.  And Jacob journeyed to Succoth, and built him a house, and made booths for his cattle: therefore the name of the place is called Succoth.

And Jacob came in peace to the city of Shechem, which is in the land of Canaan, when he came from Paddan-aram; and encamped before the city.  And he bought the parcel of ground, where he had spread his tent, at the hand of the children of Hamor, Shechem's father, for a hundred pieces of money.  And he erected there an altar, and called it El-Elohe-Israel.

And Dinah the daughter of Leah, whom she bare unto Jacob, went out to see the daughters of the land.  And Shechem the son of Hamor the Hivite, the prince of the land, saw her; And he took her, and lay with her, and humbled her.  And his soul clave unto Dinah the daughter of Jacob, and he loved the damsel, and spake kindly unto the damsel.  And Shechem spake unto his father Hamor, saying, Get me this damsel to wife.  Now Jacob heard that he had defiled Dinah his daughter; and his sons were with his cattle in the field: and Jacob held his peace until they came.  And Hamor the father of Shechem went out unto Jacob to commune with him.  And the sons of Jacob came in from the field when they heard it: and the men were grieved, and they were very wroth, because he had wrought folly in Israel in lying with Jacob's daughter; which thing ought not to be done.  And Hamor communed with them, saying, The soul of my son Shechem longeth for your daughter: I pray you, give her unto him to wife.  And make ye marriages with us; give your daughters unto us, and take our daughters unto you.  And ye shall dwell with us: and the land shall be before you; dwell and trade ye therein, and get you possessions therein.  And Shechem said unto her father and unto her brethren, Let me find favor in your eyes, and what ye shall say unto me I will give.  Ask me Rh


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 VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES. THE night-winds howled-the billows dashed Against the tossing chest; As Danaë to her broken heart Her slumbering infant pressed. My little child "-in tears she said "To wake and weep is mine, But thou canst sleep-thou dost not know Thy mother's lot, and thine. "The moon is up, the moonbeams smile- They tremble on the main; But dark, within my floating cell, To me they smile in vain. Thy folded mantle wraps thee warm, Thy clustering locks are dry, Thou dost not hear the shrieking gust, Nor breakers booming high. 66 As o'er thy sweet unconscious face A mournful watch I keep, I think, didst thou but know thy fate, How thou wouldst also weep.


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 garden without much greater expense than formerly." On another occasion he said, "I have motives for my conduct which I would not give in exchange for a hundred pensions."

The making of a fortune may no doubt enable some people to "enter society," as it is called; but to be esteemed there, they must possess qualities of mind, manners, or heart, else they are merely rich people, nothing more. There are men "in society" now, as rich as Crœsus, who have no consideration extended towards them, and elicit no respect. For why? They are but as money-bags: their only power is in their till. The men of mark in society—the guides and rulers of opinion—the really successful and useful men—are not necessarily rich men; but men of sterling character, of disciplined experience, and of moral excellence. Even the poor man, like Thomas Wright, though he possess but little of this world's goods, may, in the enjoyment of a cultivated nature, of opportunities used and not abused, of a life spent to the best of his means and ability, look down, without the slightest feeling of envy, upon the person of mere worldly success, the man of money-bags and acres.


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never so much dowry and gift, and I will give according as ye shall say unto me: but give me the damsel to wife.  And the sons of Jacob answered Shechem and Hamor his father with guile, and spake, because he had defiled Dinah their sister,  and said unto them, We cannot do this thing, to give our sister to one that is uncircumcised; for that were a reproach unto us.  Only on this condition will we consent unto you: if ye will be as we are, that every male of you be circumcised;  then will we give our daughters unto you, and we will take your daughters to us, and we will dwell with you, and we will become one people.  But if ye will not hearken unto us, to be circumcised; then will we take our daughter, and we will be gone.

And their words pleased Hamor, and Shechem Hamor's son.  And the young man deferred not to do the thing, because he had delight in Jacob's daughter: and he was honored above all the house of his father.  And Hamor and Shechem his son came unto the gate of their city, and communed with the men of their city, saying,  These men are peaceable with us; therefore let them dwell in the land, and trade therein; for, behold, the land is large enough for them; let us take their daughters to us for wives, and let us give them our daughters.  Only on this condition will the men consent unto us to dwell with us, to become one people, if every male among us be circumcised, as they are circumcised.  Shall not their cattle and their substance and all their beasts be ours? only let us consent unto them, and they will dwell with us.  And unto Hamor and unto Shechem his son hearkened all that went out of the gate of his city; and every male was circumcised, all that went out of the gate of his city.  And it came to pass on the third day, when they were sore, that two of the sons of Jacob, Simeon and Levi, Dinah's brethren, took each man his sword, and came upon the city unawares, and slew all the males.  And they slew Hamor and Shechem his son with the edge of the sword, and took Dinah out of Shechem's house, and went forth.  The sons of Jacob came upon the slain, and plundered the city, because they had defiled their sister.  They took their flocks and their herds and their asses, and that which was in the city, and that which was in the field;  and all their wealth, and all their little ones and their wives, took they captive and made a prey, even all that was in the house.  And Jacob said to Simeon and Levi, Ye have troubled me, to make me odious to the inhabitants of the land, among the Canaanites and the Perizzites: and, I being few in number, they will gather themselves together against me and smite me; and I shall be destroyed, I and my house.  And they said, Should he deal with our sister as with a harlot?

And God said unto Jacob, Arise, go up to Beth-el, and dwell there: and make there an altar unto God, who appeared unto thee when thou fleddest from the face of Esau thy brother.  Then Jacob said unto his household, and to all that were with him, Put away the foreign gods that are among you, and purify yourselves, and change your garments:  and let us arise, and go up to Beth-el; and I will make there an altar unto God, who answered me in the day of my distress, and was with me in the way which I went.  And they gave unto Jacob all the foreign gods which were in their hand, and the rings which were in their ears; and Jacob hid them under the oak which was by Shechem.  And they journeyed: and a terror of God was upon the cities that were round about them, and they did not pursue after the sons of Jacob.  So Jacob came to Luz, which is in the land of Canaan (the same is Beth-el), he and all the people that were with him.  And he built there an altar, and called the place El-beth-el; because there God was revealed unto him, when he fled from the face of his brother.  And Deborah Rebekah's nurse died, and she was buried below Beth-el under the oak: and the name of it was called Allon-bacuth.

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 proves so valuable an element in the formation of every character. Davy said, "What I am I have made myself"; and the same holds true universally.

To conclude: the best culture is not obtained from teachers when at school or college, so much as by our own diligent self-education when we have become men. Hence parents need not be in too great haste to see their children's talents forced into bloom. Let them watch and wait patiently, letting good example and quiet training do their work, and leave the rest to Providence. Let them see to it that the youth is provided, by free exercise of his bodily powers, with a full stock of physical health; set him fairly on the road of self-culture; carefully train his habits of application and perseverance; and as he grows older, if the right stuff be in him, he will be enabled vigorously and effectively to cultivate himself.


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God said unto him, Thy name is Jacob: thy name shall not be called any more Jacob, but Israel shall be thy name: and he called his name Israel.  And God said unto him, I am God Almighty: be fruitful and multiply; a nation and a company of nations shall be of thee, and kings shall come out of thy loins;  and the land which I gave unto Abraham and Isaac, to thee I will give it, and to thy seed after thee will I give the land.  And God went up from him in the place where he spake with him.  And Jacob set up a pillar in the place where he spake with him, a pillar of stone: and he poured out a drink-offering thereon, and poured oil thereon.  And Jacob called the name of the place where God spake with him, Beth-el.

And they journeyed from Beth-el; and there was still some distance to come to Ephrath: and Rachel travailed, and she had hard labor.  And it came to pass, when she was in hard labor, that the midwife said unto her, Fear not; for now thou shalt have another son.  And it came to pass, as her soul was departing (for she died), that she called his name Ben-oni: but his father called him Benjamin.  And Rachel died, and was buried in the way to Ephrath (the same is Beth-lehem).  And Jacob set up a pillar upon her grave: the same is the Pillar of Rachel's grave unto this day.  And Israel journeyed, and spread his tent beyond the tower of Eder.  And it came to pass, while Israel dwelt in that land, that Reuben went and lay with Bilhah his father's concubine: and Israel heard of it.

Now the sons of Jacob were twelve:  The sons of Leah: Reuben, Jacob's first-born, and Simeon, and Levi, and Judah, and Issachar, and Zebulun;  the sons of Rachel: Joseph and Benjamin;  and the sons of Bilhah, Rachel's handmaid: Dan and Naphtali;  and the sons of Zilpah, Leah's handmaid: Gad and Asher: these are the sons of Jacob, that were born to him in Paddan-aram.  And Jacob came unto Isaac his father to Mamre, to Kiriath-arba (the same is Hebron), where Abraham and Isaac sojourned.

And the days of Isaac were a hundred and fourscore years.  And Isaac gave up the ghost, and died, and was gathered unto his people, old and full of days: and Esau and Jacob his sons buried him.

Now these are the generations of Esau (the same is Edom).  Esau took his wives of the daughters of Canaan: Adah the daughter of Elon the Hittite, and Oholibamah the daughter of Anah, the daughter of Zibeon the Hivite,  and Basemath Ishmael's daughter, sister of Nebaioth.  And Adah bare to Esau Eliphaz; and Basemath bare Reuel;  and Oholibamah bare Jeush, and Jalam, and Korah: these are the sons of Esau, that were born unto him in the land of Canaan.  And Esau took his wives, and his sons, and his daughters, and all the souls of his house, and his cattle, and all his beasts, and all his possessions, which he had gather in the land of Canaan; and went into a land away from his brother Jacob.  For their substance was too great for them to dwell together; and the land of their sojournings could not bear them because of their cattle.  And Esau dwelt in mount Seir: Esau is Edom.

And these are the generations of Esau the father of the Edomites in mount Seir:  these are the names of Esau's sons: Eliphaz the son of Adah the wife of Esau, Reuel the son of Basemath the wife of Esau.  And the sons of Eliphaz were Teman, Omar, Zepho, and Gatam, and Kenaz.  And Timna was concubine to Eliphaz Esau's son; and she bare to Eliphaz Amalek: these are the sons of Adah, Esau's wife.  And these are the sons of Reuel: Nahath, and Zerah, Shammah, and Mizzah: these were the sons of Basemath, Esau's wife.  And these were the sons of Oholibamah the daughter of Anah, the daughter of Zibeon, Esau's wife: and she bare to Esau Jeush, and Jalam, and Korah.

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 added, with a smile of pleasure, "Pitt was as much startled as if I had stabbed him." To the last this great, good man worked on usefully and cheerfully, setting a great example for his family and for his country. In so laboriously seeking others' good, it might be said that he found his own—not wealth, for his generosity seriously impaired his private fortune, but happiness, and self-satisfaction, and the peace that passes knowledge. A great patriot, with magnificent powers of work, he nobly did his duty to his country; yet he was not neglectful of his own household and home. His sons and daughters grew up to honour and usefulness; and it was one of the proudest things Sir John could say, when verging on his eightieth year, that he had lived to see seven sons grown up, not one of whom had incurred a debt he could not pay, or caused him a sorrow that could have been avoided.


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 or skilful soever they might seem to be, but, always contemning danger, and refusing no toyl, he was wont himself to be one (whoever was a second) at every turn, where courage, skill, or industry, was to be employed."


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chief Kenaz,  chief Korah, chief Gatam, chief Amalek: these are the chiefs that came of Eliphaz in the land of Edom; these are the sons of Adah.  And these are the sons of Reuel, Esau's son: chief Nahath, chief Zerah, chief Shammah, chief Mizzah: these are the chiefs that came of Reuel in the land of Edom; these are the sons of Basemath, Esau's wife.  And these are the sons of Oholibamah, Esau's wife: chief Jeush, chief Jalam, chief Korah: these are the chiefs that came of Oholibamah the daughter of Anah, Esau's wife.  These are the sons of Esau, and these are their chiefs: the same is Edom.

These are the sons of Seir the Horite, the inhabitants of the land: Lotan and Shobal and Zibeon and Anah,  and Dishon and Ezer and Dishan: these are the chiefs that came of the Horites, the children of Seir in the land of Edom.  And the children of Lotan were Hori and Heman. And Lotan's sister was Timna.  And these are the children of Shobal: Alvan and Manahath and Ebal, Shepho and Onam.  And these are the children of Zibeon: Aiah and Anah; this is Anah who found the hot springs in the wilderness, as he fed the asses of Zibeon his father.  And these are the children of Anah: Dishon and Oholibamah the daughter of Anah.  And these are the children of Dishon: Hemdan and Eshban and Ithran and Cheran.  These are the children of Ezer: Bilhan and Zaavan and Akan.  These are the children of Dishan: Uz and Aran.  These are the chiefs that came of the Horites: chief Lotan, chief Shobal, chief Zibeon, chief Anah,  chief Dishon, chief Ezer, chief Dishan: these are the chiefs that came of the Horites, according to their chiefs in the land of Seir.

And these are the kings that reigned in the land of Edom, before there reigned any king over the children of Israel.  And Bela the son of Beor reigned in Edom; and the name of his city was Dinhabah.  And Bela died, and Jobab the son of Zerah of Bozrah reigned in his stead.  And Jobab died, and Husham of the land of the Temanites reigned in his stead.  And Husham died, and Hadad the son of Bedad, who smote Midian in the field of Moab, reigned in his stead: and the name of his city was Avith.  And Hadad died, and Samlah of Masrekah reigned in his stead.  And Samlah died, and Shaul of Rehoboth by the River reigned in his stead.  And Shaul died, and Baal-hanan the son of Achbor reigned in his stead.  And Baal-hanan the son of Achbor died, and Hadar reigned in his stead: and the name of his city was Pau; and his wife's name was Mehetabel, the daughter of Matred, the daughter of Me-zahab.

And these are the names of the chiefs that came of Esau, according to their families, after their places, by their names: chief Timna, chief Alvah, chief Jetheth,  chief Oholibamah, chief Elah, chief Pinon,  chief Kenaz, chief Teman, chief Mibzar,  chief Magdiel, chief Iram: these are the chiefs of Edom, according to their habitations in the land of their possession. This is Esau, the father of the Edomites.

And Jacob dwelt in the land of his father's sojournings, in the land of Canaan.  These are the generations of Jacob. Joseph, being seventeen years old, was feeding the flock with his brethren; and he was a lad with the sons of Bilhah, and with the sons of Zilpah, his father's wives: and Joseph brought the evil report of them unto their father.  Now Israel loved Joseph more than all his children, because he was the son of his old age: and he made him a coat of many colors.  And his brethren saw that their father loved him more than all his brethren; and they hated him, and could not speak peaceably unto him.

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lo, my sheaf arose, and also stood upright; and, behold, your sheaves came round about, and made obeisance to my sheaf.  And his brethren said to him, Shalt thou indeed reign over us? Or shalt thou indeed have dominion over us? And they hated him yet the more for his dreams, and for his words.  And he dreamed yet another dream, and told it to his brethren, and said, Behold, I have dreamed yet a dream: and, behold, the sun and the moon and eleven stars made obeisance to me.  And he told it to his father, and to his brethren; and his father rebuked him, and said unto him, What is this dream that thou hast dreamed? Shall I and thy mother and thy brethren indeed come to bow down ourselves to thee to the earth?  And his brethren envied him; but his father kept the saying in mind.

And his brethren went to feed their father's flock in Shechem.  And Israel said unto Joseph, Are not thy brethren feeding the flock in Shechem? Come, and I will send thee unto them. And he said to him, Here am I.  And he said to him, Go now, see whether it is well with thy brethren, and well with the flock; and bring me word again. So he sent him out of the vale of Hebron, and he came to Shechem.  And a certain man found him, and, behold, he was wandering in the field: and the man asked him, saying, What seekest thou?  And he said, I am seeking my brethren: tell me, I pray thee, where they are feeding the flock.  And the man said, They are departed hence; for I heard them say, Let us go to Dothan. And Joseph went after his brethren, and found them in Dothan.

And they saw him afar off, and before he came near unto them, they conspired against him to slay him.  And they said one to another, Behold, this dreamer cometh.  Come now therefore, and let us slay him, and cast him into one of the pits, and we will say, And evil beast hath devoured him: and we shall see what will become of his dreams.  And Reuben heard it, and delivered him out of their hand, and said, Let us not take his life.  And Reuben said unto them, Shed no blood; cast him into this pit that is in the wilderness, but lay no hand upon him: that he might deliver him out of their hand, to restore him to his father.  And it came to pass, when Joseph was come unto his brethren, that they stripped Joseph of his coat, the coat of many colors that was on him;  and they took him, and cast him into the pit: and the pit was empty, there was no water in it.

And they sat down to eat bread: and they lifted up their eyes and looked, and, behold, a caravan of Ishmaelites was coming from Gilead, with their camels bearing spicery and balm and myrrh, going to carry it down to Egypt.  And Judah said unto his brethren, What profit is it if we slay our brother and conceal his blood?  Come, and let us sell him to the Ishmaelites, and let not our hand be upon him; for he is our brother, our flesh. And his brethren hearkened unto him.  And there passed by Midianites, merchantmen; and they drew and lifted up Joseph out of the pit, and sold Joseph to the Ishmaelites for twenty pieces of silver. And they brought Joseph into Egypt.

And Reuben returned unto the pit; and, behold, Joseph was not in the pit; and he rent his clothes.  And he returned unto his brethren, and said, The child is not; and I, whither shall I go?  And they took Joseph's coat, and killed a he-goat, and dipped the coat in the blood;  and they sent the coat of many colors, and they brought it to their father, and said, This have we found: know now whether it is thy son's coat or not.  And he knew it, and said, It is my son's coat: an evil beast hath devoured him; Joseph is without doubt torn in pieces.  And Jacob rent his garments, and put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many days.  And all his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him; but he refused to be comforted; and he said, For I will go down to Sheol to my son mourning. And his father wept for him.  Rh


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 they came to it, Piglet was nudging Pooh, and Pooh was nudging Piglet, and they were saying, “It is!” and “It can’t be!” and “It is, really!” to each other.

And when they got there, it really was.

“There!” said Eeyore proudly, stopping them outside Piglet’s house. “And the name on it, and everything!”

“Oh!” cried Christopher Robin, wondering whether to laugh or what.

“Just the house for Owl. Don’t you think so, little Piglet?”

And then Piglet did a Noble Thing, and he did it in a sort of dream, while he was thinking of all the wonderful words Pooh had hummed about him.

“Yes, it’s just the house for Owl,” he said grandly. “And I hope he’ll be very happy in it.” And then he gulped twice, because he had been very happy in it himself.

“What do you think, Christopher Robin?” asked Eeyore a little anxiously, feeling that something wasn’t quite right.


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 Eeyore looked round slowly at him, and then turned back to Christopher Robin.

“We have been joined by something,” he said in a loud whisper. “But no matter. We can leave it behind. If you will come with me, Christopher Robin, I will show you the house.”

Christopher Robin jumped up.

“Come on, Pooh,” he said.

“Come on, Tigger!” cried Roo.

“Shall we go, Owl?” said Rabbit.

“Wait a moment,” said Owl, picking up his noticeboard, which had just come into sight again.

Eeyore waved them back.

“Christopher Robin and I are going for a Short Walk,” he said, “not a Jostle. If he likes to bring Pooh and Piglet with him, I shall be glad of their company, but one must be able to Breathe.”

“That’s all right,” said Rabbit, rather glad to be left in charge of something. “We’ll go on getting the things out. Now then, Tigger, where’s that rope? What’s the matter, Owl?”

Owl, who had just discovered that his new address was THE SMUDGE, coughed at Eeyore sternly, but said nothing, and Eeyore, with most of THE WOLERY behind him, marched off with his friends.

So, in a little while, they came to the house which Eeyore had found, and for some minutes before


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 “What’s the matter with his old house?” asked Eeyore.

Rabbit explained.

“Nobody tells me,” said Eeyore. “Nobody keeps me Informed. I make it seventeen days come Friday since anybody spoke to me.”

“It certainly isn’t seventeen days”

“Come Friday,” explained Eeyore.

“And today’s Saturday,” said Rabbit. “So that would make it eleven days. And I was here myself a week ago.”

“Not conversing,” said Eeyore. “Not first one and then the other. You said ‘Hallo’ and Flashed Past. I saw your tail in the distance as I was meditating my reply. I had thought of saying ‘What?’—but, of course, it was then too late.”

“Well, I was in a hurry.”

“No Give and Take,” Eeyore went on. “No Exchange of Thought: ‘’ I mean, it gets you nowhere, particularly if the other person’s tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.”

“It’s your fault, Eeyore. You’ve never been to see any of us. You just stay here in this one corner of the Forest waiting for the others to come to you. Why don’t you go to them sometimes?”

Eeyore was silent for a little while, thinking.

“There may be something in what you say, Rab-


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Portal:The Physical Revue

Songs

 * 1) "The Professor's Song"
 * 2) "s = ½ gt²"
 * 3) "A Relativistic Approach" (dialog only)
 * 4) "Relativity"
 * 5) "The Derivative Song (dy/dx)"
 * 6) "Lobachevsky"
 * 7) "There's a Delta for Every Epsilon"
 * 8) "Hail, Chemistry"
 * 9) "The Elements"
 * 10) "Fugue for Scientists"
 * 11) "The Slide Rule Song"
 * 12) "GSAS Alma Mater"
 * 13) "Bull Dog!"
 * 14) "Fight Fiercely, Harvard"
 * 15) "The Subway Song"
 * 16) "Don't Major in Physics"
 * 17) "A Liter and a Gram"
 * 18) "Are There Any Questions?"
 * 19) "That's All" (not really a song)

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And the Midianites sold him into Egypt unto Potiphar, an officer of Pharaoh's, the captain of the guard.

And it came to pass at that time, that Judah went down from his brethren, and turned in to a certain Adullamite, whose name was Hirah.  And Judah saw there a daughter of a certain Canaanite whose name was Shua. And he took her, and went in unto her.  And she conceived, and bare a son; and he called his name Er.  And she conceived again, and bare a son; and she called his name Onan.  And she yet again bare a son, and called his name Shelah: and he was at Chezib, when she bare him.  And Judah took a wife for Er his first-born, and her name was Tamar.  And Er, Judah's first-born, was wicked in the sight of Jehovah. And Jehovah slew him.  And Judah said unto Onan, Go in unto thy brother's wife, and perform the duty of a husband's brother unto her, and raise up seed to thy brother.  And Onan knew that the seed would not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother's wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest he should give seed to his brother.  And the thing which he did was evil in the sight of Jehovah: and he slew him also.  Then said Judah to Tamar his daughter-in-law, Remain a widow in thy father's house, till Shelah my son be grown up; for he said, Lest he also die, like his brethren. And Tamar went and dwelt in her father's house.

And in process of time Shua's daughter, the wife of Judah, died; and Judah was comforted, and went up unto his sheep-shearers to Timnah, he and his friend Hirah the Adullamite.  And it was told Tamar, saying, Behold, thy father-in-law goeth up to Timnah to shear his sheep.  And she put off from her the garments of her widowhood, and covered herself with her veil, and wrapped herself, and sat in the gate of Enaim, which is by the way to Timnah; for she saw that Shelah was grown up, and she was not given unto him to wife.  When Judah saw her, he thought her to be a harlot; for she had covered her face.  And he turned unto her by the way, and said, Come, I pray thee, let me come in unto thee: for he knew not that she was his daughter-in-law. And she said, What wilt thou give me, that thou mayest come in unto me?  And he said, I will send thee a kid of the goats from the flock. And she said, Wilt thou give me a pledge, till thou send it?  And he said, What pledge shall I give thee? And she said, Thy signet and thy cord, and thy staff that is in thy hand. And he gave them to her, and came in unto her, and she conceived by him.  And she arose, and went away, and put off her veil from her, and put on the garments of her widowhood.  And Judah sent the kid of the goats by the hand of his friend the Adullamite, to receive the pledge from the woman's hand: but he found her not.  Then he asked the men of her place, saying, Where is the prostitute, that was at Enaim by the wayside? And they said, There hath been no prostitute here.  And he returned to Judah, and said, I have not found her; and also the men of the place said, There hath been no prostitute here.  And Judah said, Let her take it to her, lest we be put to shame: behold, I sent this kid, and thou hast not found her.

And it came to pass about three months after, that it was told Judah, saying, Tamar thy daughter-in-law hath played the harlot; and moreover, behold, she is with child by whoredom. And Judah said, Bring her forth, and let her be burnt.  When she was brought forth, she sent to her father-in-law, saying, By the man, whose these are, am I with child: and she said, Discern, I pray thee, whose are these, the signet, and the cords, and the staff.  And Judah acknowledged them, and said, She is more righteous than I; forasmuch as I gave her not to Shelah my son. And he knew her again no more.  And it came to pass in the time of her travail, that, behold, twins were in her womb.  And it came to pass, Rh


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Works

 * Southern Poems

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 and Piglet said carelessly, “It is good, isn’t it? I mean as a song.”

“And what about the new house?” asked Pooh. “Have you found it, Owl?”

“He’s found a name for it,” said Christopher Robin, lazily nibbling at a piece of grass, “so now all he wants is the house.”

“I am calling it this,” said Owl importantly, and he showed them what he had been making. It was a square piece of board with the name of the house painted on it.

It was at this exciting moment that something came through the trees, and bumped into Owl. The board fell to the ground, and Piglet and Roo bent over it eagerly.

“Oh, it’s you,” said Owl crossly.


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 We sure had a good time

And women a man's a hog that wants better variety;

And nationality, color, size, any age from twelve to sixty.

I was too drunk to see good, but they looked pretty clean.

Well, brothers, I don't know of any more to say,

Only, I sure want to thank you for the trip.

"Oh, just another word, brothers.

You remember the big schooners O'Sullivan used to put out?

Them two-handled ones?

Well, that's how they serve beer in Juarez."


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 in holes,” and Owl was calling back indignantly, “Of course I do! It’s just a question of arranging the furniture properly, and it isn’t a dish-cloth, it’s my shawl.” Every now and then Roo fell in and came back on the rope with the next article, which flustered Kanga a little because she never knew where to look for him. So she got cross with Owl and said that his house was a Disgrace, all damp and dirty, and it was quite time it did tumble down. Look at that horrid bunch of toadstools growing out of the floor there! So Owl looked down, a little surprised because he didn’t know about this, and then gave a short sarcastic laugh, and explained that that was his sponge, and that if people didn’t know a perfectly ordinary bath-sponge when they saw it, things were coming to a pretty pass. “Well!” said Kanga, and Roo fell in quickly, crying, “I must see Owl’s sponge! Oh, there it is! Oh, Owl! Owl, it isn’t a sponge, it’s a spudge! Do you know what a spudge is, Owl? It’s when your sponge gets all” and Kanga said, “Roo, dear!” very quickly, because that’s not the way to talk to anybody who can spell TUESDAY.

But they were all quite happy when Pooh and Piglet came along, and they stopped working in order to have a little rest and listen to Pooh’s new song. So then they all told Pooh how good it was,


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 get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.”

He waited hopefully

“Well,” said Pooh after a long wait, “I shall begin ‘’ because it does, and then I’ll see what happens.”

This is what happened.


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“So there it is,” said Pooh, when he had sung this to himself three times. “It’s come different from what I thought it would, but it’s come. Now I must go and sing it to Piglet.”

I AM SCERCHING FOR A NEW HOUSE FOR OWL SO HAD YOU RABBIT.

“What’s all this?” said Eeyore.

Rabbit explained.


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 foundations of future prosperity, was still struggling with the difficulties arising from insufficient capital. When Robert was only twenty years of age, he determined to begin the business of cotton-printing, which he had by this time learnt from his father, on his own account. His uncle, James Haworth, and William Yates of Blackburn, joined him in his enterprise; the whole capital which they could raise amongst them amounting to only about l, the principal part of which was supplied by William Yates. The father of the latter was a householder in Blackburn, where he was well known and much respected; and having saved money by his business, he was willing to advance sufficient to give his son a start in the lucrative trade of cotton-printing, then in its infancy. Robert Peel, though comparatively a mere youth, supplied the practical knowledge of the business; but it was said of him, and proved true, that he "carried an old head on young shoulders." A ruined corn-mill, with its adjoining fields, was purchased for a comparatively small sum, near the then insignificant town of Bury, where the works long after continued to be known as "The Ground"; and a few wooden sheds having been run up, the firm commenced their cotton-printing business in a very humble way in the year, adding to it that of cotton-spinning a few years later. The frugal style in which the partners lived may be inferred from the following incident in their early career. William Yates, being a married man with a family, commenced housekeeping on a small scale, and, to oblige Peel, who was single, he agreed to take him as a lodger. The sum which the latter first paid for board and


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 Rh Hadís-i-Mauzuʾ, an invented tradition, is one the untruth of which is beyond dispute.

It is an universal canon that no tradition can be received which is contrary to the Qurán, and it is related that when ʾAyeshah heard Omar say that Muhammad had taught that the dead could hear, she rejected the tradition as spurious, because it was contrary to the teaching of the Quran.

Whatever may be the difference of opinion as to the authority of the various traditions, it must be remembered that they form the groundwork of the different schools of thought of the Muhammadan religion. It is, therefore, impossible for European critics to form a just estimate of the Muhammadan creed without being acquainted with those traditions which are generally received as authentic and genuine.

European writers are unfortunately under the impression that the "Muhammadan revival" is a going back to "first principles," as expressed in the Qurán, whereas, it is, as we have already remarked, a revival of the study of the traditions concerning their Prophet, which study has undoubtedly been promoted by the establishment of printing presses in Egypt,


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 When the Cock Crows

By

To the Memory of Frank Little, Hanged at Midnight.

drove up to his house at midnight and woke the

poor woman who kept it.

And asked her: "Where is the man who spoke against

the war and insulted the army?"

And the old woman took fear of the men and the hour,

and showed them the room where he slept,

And when they made sure it was he whom they wanted,

they dragged him out of his bed with blows, tho'

he was willing to walk,

And they fastened his hands on his back, and they drove

him across the black night,

And there was no moon and no stars and not any visible

thing, and even the faces of the men were eaten

with the leprosy of the dark, for they were masked

with black shame,

And nothing showed in the gloom save the glow of his

eyes and the flame of his soul that scorched the

face of Death.

gave witness of what they did to him, after

they took him away, until a dog barked at his

corpse,

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Rh rapid succession and in great numbers, all of which give evidence of a fertile imagination and of a rare gift of drawing pictures from life. His productions are deeply impressed with the stamp of reality, while they are at the same time highly colored by the author's keen eye for observing every element of poetry. Such is especially the case when he describes the sea, which he is particularly fond of doing. No other Danish poet has ever equalled Drachmann in painting the ever-changing aspects of the sea. He may be said to have conquered this domain of poetry. His original profession is painting, and his speciality is marine views, and this has unquestionably been of great service to him in his poetry. And never before—when we except Blicher—has Danish popular life been painted with so great poetic effect as in the sketches made by Drachmann from the life of the Danish fishermen and sailors. His talent produces the most splendid results in his lyric poems, in which he frequently reaches a high degree of perfection in his command of language, and in his shorter stories, "Paa Sömands Tro og Love" and "Ungt Blod." His series of sketches "Derovre fra Grændsen," of which several editions appeared in rapid succession, has become exceedingly popular. In these the poet eloquently and graphically describes the heroic endurance of the Danish soldiers and the depressed condition of the neighboring population during the siege of Düppel. In his long stories, such as "En Overcomplet" and "Tannhäuser" we find many exquisite passages, but Drachmann lacks the ability to manage properly works undertaken on a great scale. In his former works he has shown a marked predilection for the realistic school, but recently, in a phantastic composition, "Prindsessen og det halve Kongerige" (the princess and half the kingdom), he has turned decidedly to the romantic school. The future will show whether this is a mere caprice or whether the poet means to continue in this field.

originally belonged essentially to the old school, but in his published poems appear symptoms


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 lodging was only s. a week; but Yates, considering this too little, insisted on the weekly payment being increased a shilling, to which Peel at first demurred, and a difference between the partners took place, which was eventually compromised by the lodger paying an advance of sixpence a week. William Yates's eldest child was a girl named Ellen, and she very soon became an especial favourite with the young lodger. On returning from his hard day's work at "The Ground," he would take the little girl upon his knee, and say to her, "Nelly, thou bonny little dear, wilt be my wife?" to which the child would readily answer "Yes," as any child would do. "Then I'll wait for thee, Nelly; I'll wed thee, and none else." And Robert Peel did wait. As the girl grew in beauty towards womanhood, his determination to wait for her was strengthened; and after the lapse of ten years—years of close application to business and rapidly increasing prosperity—Robert Peel married Ellen Yates when she had completed her seventeenth year; and the pretty child, whom her mother's lodger and father's partner had nursed upon his knee, became Mrs. Peel, and eventually Lady Peel, the mother of the future Prime Minister of England. Lady Peel was a noble and beautiful woman, fitted to grace any station in life. She possessed rare powers of mind, and was, on every emergency, the high-souled and faithful counsellor of her husband. For many years after their marriage she acted as his amanuensis, conducting the principal part of his business correspondence, for Mr. Peel himself was an indifferent and almost unintelligible writer. She died in, only three years after the Baronetcy had been con-


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YOUTH

minded personality. Not only did he play for her, but he made her sing, experimenting with her voice, pointing out her errors, instructing her, laughing to shame her impatiences and little mutinies, himself patient with the

endurance and insight of the true artist. Ever responsive | to genuine quality of whatever kind, Pat let herself become. more and more involved in imagination and vagrant pos- | sibilities. In the matter of lovemaking he was faithful to his word. While she was his guest he never so much as offered to kiss her, rather to her resentful disappointment, to tell the truth. But when, one November afternoon, he was walking with her to where her car was waiting, he said without preface: “Colleen, I love you.” He had taken to calling her Colleen after hearing her sing an Irish ballad of that

title. Pat liked it. She gave her veiled and sombre glance.

“Do you really

love me?” “You know it. And you?” “T don’t know.” “T think you do.”

“T think it would be very stupid of me to fall in love with you.” “Why! 239

“We're not the same kind at all.

Some day I shall

marry and settle down and be good and happy and cor- |

rect, ever after. You don’t believe in marriage.” “T believe in love. And in faith to be kept between tro who love. Don’t you?” “When you play to me I do. You could make me

‘believe anything then.” “Thea come back, Colleen, and let me play to you.”

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“No,” said Pat, in self-protective panic. She could not make herself look at him. “When are you coming again?” “I don’t know,” she answered, and popped into her car as if it were sanctuary. Wayward thoughts of his flamedeep eyes, his persuasive speech, the subtle passion of his music made restless many nights for her thereafter. Edna Carroll, suspecting the progress of the affair, questioned her. “What are you up to with Leo?” “Just playing around.” “With fire?” “He’s got it all right, the fire. I wonder if it’s the divine fire?” “How seriously are you thinking of him, Pat?” Edna’s piquant face was anxious. “You wouldn’t marry him?” “Are you afraid for me?”. “No. For him.” “You’re too flattering!” “I’m in earnest. You’d ruin him. Yov’re too selfish and too capricious to be the mate of a genius. And he’s going to be a great genius, Pat, if he keeps himself straight and undivided. You’d divide him. He’s quite mad over you; told me so himself.” “How do you know I’m not mad over him?” “God forbid! It would never last with you. Because he isn’t your kind, you’d grow away from him and he’d be wretched and that would react on his music.”

“And you think more of his music than of me,” pouted Pat. The artist in Edna Carroll, humble and slight in degree though it were, spoke out the true creed of all artistry which is one. “Not of him. Of his genius. Where you

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find genius you have to think of it and cherish it above everything.” “Above love?” said Pat. She understood enough of ‘this pure passion to be a little daunted. “Above everything,” reaffirmed the other. “You needn*t be afraid. He doesn’t want to marry me.”

“Whether he does or not, it’s a dangerous fascination for both of you.”

Vacillating days followed for Pat.

There was a week

in which she did not trust herself to see Leo.

He tele-

phoned and wrote frantically. She did not answer his letters. But one day she met him fortuitously on the street, and went to the studio with him.

There he broke

all bounds, poured out the fire of his heart upon her: he loved her, wanted her, needed her; she was part of his genius, without her he could never reach his full artistic stature. She loved him, too; he felt it; he knew it; he

defied her to deny it, and she found that, under the com-

pulsion of his presence, she could not.

He was going to

Boston on the following day, for a week. Would she come and join him, if only fora day? She could make up some tale for her family; pretend to be staying with a friend. And he would take her to a great singing-master, the greatest, a friend of his whom he wanted to hear and try

her voice. Wouldn’t she trust herself to him and come? Pat denied him vehemently. But she was stirred and troubled to her own passionate depths by his stormy yet controlled passion. He had not so much as touched her hand. In the hallway, as they went out, she turned to him and yielded herself into his arms. “Oh, well!” she murmured, her voice fluttering in her

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Give me time.” They parted with the one kiss of that embrace. In-stantly she had agreed, the spirit of adventure rose within her. She was recklessly jubilant. Three days of alternating morbid self-examinatior and flushed excitement followed. She looked forward to the: meeting net so much with conscious physical anticipation as with the sense of something vivid and bold and new coming, as relief, into the too monotonous pattern of life. The rendezvous was arranged by letter. She was to: take a late afternoon train, and he was to be at the Back.

Bay to meet her.

Looking from the window as the train pulled in she: saw him restlessly pacing the platform on the wrong side. He had on a new overcoat which did not fit him and was. incongruously glossy as compared with his untidy hair and rumpled soft hat. As his coat slumped open, shewas conscious of an unpressed suit underneath. Probably greasy! At the moment he dropped one of the brand new gloves in his hand—she could not recall ever having: seen him wear gloves—and bent awkwardly to recover it. His head protruded; his collar, truant from its retaining rear button, hunched mussily up, and she looked down with a dismal revulsion of the flesh, upon an expanse of sallow, shaven neck.

Unbidden, vividly intrusive, there rose to the eyes of her quickening imagination the image of Cary Scott, always impeccable of dress and carriage, hard-knit of frame, exhaling the atmosphere of smooth skin and hard: muscle. In fancy she breathed the very aroma of hin,, clean, tingliy ¢, masculine, and felt again the imperative claim of his urms.

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From the groping figure below her, glamour fell like @ decaying garment. She forgot the genius, the inner fire; beheld only the outer shell, uncouth, pulpy, nauseous to her senses. With cheeks afire and chin high, she walked up the aisle, turned into the ladies’ room and found safe refuge there, until the train moved on.

At the South Station

she took the next train back to New York. Cary Scott bore her unsolicited company. straight to Edna Carroll with the story.

The image of She went Edna was

alarmed, relieved, puzzled.

“But, after going so far, why—why—why?” she demanded. In response Pat delivered one of those final and damning sentences upon man which women express only to women: ‘When I saw him that way I knew that his socks would be dirty.”

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 ferred upon her husband. It is said that London fashionable life—so unlike what she had been accustomed to at home—proved injurious to her health; and old Mr. Yates afterwards used to say, "If Robert hadn't made our Nelly a 'Lady,' she might ha' been living yet."

The career of Yates, Peel & Co was throughout one of great and uninterrupted prosperity. Sir Robert Peel himself was the soul of the firm; to great energy and application uniting much practical sagacity, and first-rate mercantile abilities—qualities in which many of the early cotton-spinners were exceedingly deficient. He was a man of iron mind and frame, and toiled unceasingly. In short, he was to cotton-printing what Arkwright was to cotton-spinning, and his success was equally great. The excellence of the articles produced by the firm secured the command of the market, and the character of the firm stood pre-eminent in Lancashire. Besides greatly benefiting Bury, the partnership planted similar extensive works in the neighbourhood, on the Irwell and the Roch; and it was cited to their honour, that, while they sought to raise to the highest perfection the quality of their manufactures, they also endeavoured, in all ways, to promote the well-being and comfort of their workpeople; for whom they contrived to provide remunerative employment even in the least prosperous times.

Sir Robert Peel readily appreciated the value of all new processes and inventions; in illustration of which we may allude to his adoption of the process for producing what is called resist work in calico-printing. This is accomplished by the use of a paste, or resist, on such parts of the cloth as were intended 4


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“T'ne off of men,” confidently wrote Pat in her diary. ©There’s nothing to it for me. From now on I’m going to be so nice and careful and mind-your-steppy that the place won’t know me. All the old cats in Dorrisdale will purr when I come around. I think I shall take up slumming. Anyway, no more flutters for little Pat. I’ve reformed.” In proof of which she comported herself with great circumspection for a space of several months, to the surpris? of all and the discomfiture of sundry amatory youths of her circle. The word went about that Pat Fentriss was slowing up. While as much fun as ever in a crowd, she was less approachable in a corner. Pat, her peculiar radiance deepening and ripening, was content with the crowd. Her quickening intelligence was impatient of the callow-

ness and shallowness of her contemporaries among the youth of the suburb. To fill her time a new and purely unselfish interest had come into her life; not so showy as the slumming which she had considered, but of far more practical beneficence. At the time of T. Jameson James’s accident she had devoted herself with centred enthusiasm to the sufferer and his household. Later as the tragedy became a commonplace to her mind, she drifted wide of it. It was natural to the shallow fervours and shifting interests of her youth that she should unconsciously drop out of mind that silent and shadowed personality in the big house across the town. When she did think of it, temporary self-reproach would send her there two or three times in 295

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But there seemed to be “nothing that she could

do”; and she would drop away again. It was an episode of one of these visits that changed her attitude. On her arrival Dee had told her that Jim was probably asleep; she could creep up softly and see; the attendant who pushed the wheeled-chair was out. Tiptoeing to the open door Pat peered in at the crack. T. Jameson James lay very stiff- and still on the window divan, apparently sleeping. Pat was just about to turn away with a sense of relief when she noticed the hand nearest her. It was so tightly clenched that the flesh around the nails was white. His head turned quite gradually, bringing the contour of the face into view. She saw that the eyes were closed, but in the corners two drops of water gathered and grew, slowly, slowly, as if wrung from the very core of a soul’s repressed agony. The drops broke, darted, trickled down like rain along a windowpane. A slight shudder lifted his breast. Then he was immobile again. Pat crept away until she reached the refuge of the lower floor. She ran into the garden, kept on running to the far extent of the grounds, flung herself down and so lay. She did not collapse; she did not cry. But presently—unpoetic and anti-climactic though it be to record plain facts—the stress of sudden emotion on top of a hearty luncheon had its logical effect. Pat was violently ‘sick, As soon as she recovered breath and poise, she returned to the house with a plan in mind, stamped noisily upstairs and entered the sick room. “Hello, Jimmie-jams !” “Hello, Pat.”

His face lighted up a little; she was

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“How are you feeling?” “All right.” This was his invariable formula. “Don’t lie to me!”

She closed the door, lowered the

window, and turned upon him. SOW

“Jimmie!”

el] 2?

“Swear !?? “All right. I swear. What’s the secret?” “Not that kind of swear. Cuss. Rip it out. Blast the ceiling off the roof. Let yourself go.” He peered into her face. It was solemn, intent. “I don’t know what ” he began. Then he broke off and let himself go.

Such virulent, vitriolic, blazing, throbbing

profanity Pat had never dreamt of. It comprehended the known universe and covered the history of the cosmos, past, present, and future. When he had finished and lay back exhausted, she enquired: “Feel better, don’t you?” “Yes. How did you know?” “I saw you a few minutes ago when your eyes were holding in. But you couldn’t help—there was ” She touched her own eyelids, “You’re a liar, Pat!” exploded the correct and punctilious T. Jameson James. “That’s right. Go to it if you haven’t got it all out,” approved Pat. “No; I’m through.

Lord, that did me good!”

“Cussing to yourself is no good. You’ve got to have somebody to listen. Ever let anyone hear you really loosen up before?’ “No. Wve always been too—too”—he grinned—hell-

ish dignified.” “Well, you send for me when you need an audience.” From that time a bond of special sympathy and fellowship was established between the life so disastrously

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wrecked and the life so triumphantly burgeoning. Every morning after breakfast Pat called him on the phone and every noon she came over for an hour’s chat, until Dee, grateful beyond her self-contained power to express,

threatened to sue her sister for alienation of her husband’s affections. = Nothing, of however much appeal to Pat, was permit ted to interfere with this regimen. Through this it was that she had her quarrel with Monty Standish. After three years of hard-working athletic obscurity, Standish had suddenly blossomed out into flaming football prominence. His picture appeared in the sporting pages of the metropolitan dailies; his condition was the subject of commentary in the papers, as serious as that accorded to an ailing king. He was of a gallant and alluring type, a bonny lad, handsome, spirited, goodhumoured, well-mannered, sluggish of mind as he was alert of body, but with a magnetism almost as imperative as Pat’s own. He had quite withheld his homage from her, ostentatiously refusing to compete in the circle of her adorers, so she was the more surprised and gratified when he asked her to join his sister’s party for the big game. It cost her a real pang to decline, but when he hotly resented her refusal and demanded an explanation— he was rather spoiled by all the local adulation and newspaper notoriety which were the guerdon of his prowess— Pat declined to be catechised. There was a scene, angry on his part, scornful on hers, and he departed, darkly indicating that if Princeton lost the game on his side of the line the true responsibility for the catastrophe would test upon her contemptuous shoulders. How T. Jameson James got wind of the controversy she never knew, but on the day of the game he called her to account,

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“Why didn’t you go down to Princeton?” “Didn’t want to,” she said airily.

“Monty Standish asked you, didn’t he?” “He said something about it.” “They say he’s the greatest end we’ve had for ten years.” James was a Princeton alumnus. “He’s a goodlooking youngster, Pat.” The girl flushed and her eyes shone. “He’s a winner to look at,” she agreed. “They tell me you’ve added him to your collection.” “Is it? The point is that you wouldn’t go because you felt you had to come here. Isn’t that so?” “TI didn’t want to go, anyway,” lied Pat gallantly. “I’m worn with football twice a week.” “Well, you’ve got to stop spoiling me by coming here every day. It’s bad for me; the doctor says so. I won’t have it.” “Are you going to close the house to me?” retorted Pat saucily.
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“You'll have to hire a guard.

Go on, swear,

Jimmie.” “Oh, you go to the devil!” said the invalid, laughing.

“If Princeton loses to-day

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But Princeton won and Pat was saved from the undy_ ing remorse which should (but probably would not) have consumed her spirit had Standish “fallen down” and involved his team in defeat. He came back the following week-end, a hero of the first calibre, and undertook to ignore Pat at the Saturday dance at which he was unofficial guest of honour. It would have been a more successful attempt if his eyes had not constantly strayed from whatever partner he was with, to follow Pat’s pliant and swaying form in the arms of

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already weakened, was totally melted by a talk which he had with T. Jameson James, who had sent for him ostensibly to ask about the game. Fer a front-page newspaper here he was amannely humble when he called up Pat to ask if he might come and see her. Pat, her heart swelling with pride and not without a flutter of other emotions, said that he might if he

But the really astounding feature of the whole matter eame when she awoke the next morning to a sense of the prevailing luminosity of the world and the conviction that she was thrillingly in leve. She had theaght that she was

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Tury had been engaged for four months. On the whole Pat found the status highly satisfactory. Everyone heartily approved the match. Because of Monty’s college duties, which pressed sorely upon him as he was having constant difficulty in keeping up, they saw little of each other, a fortunate circumstance, as the glamour

of her lover’s physical beauty and personal charm persisted in her mind when they were separated, creating a romantic figure, to which no special mental attributes

were essential,

Had they been thrown more constantly

together she might have been disillusioned by the torpid and unimaginative quality of his mind. But in their brief association over week-ends they were surrounded by others, and when they were alone his ardent love-making eked out the scantness of his conversational resources. If, sometimes, Cary Scott’s words, “companionship,

the

rarest thing in life or love,” recurred to her, arousing unwelcome questions, she put them away. Scott’s image had dimmed again, in the hot radiance of this new attraction; she determinedly kept it far in the background. But there was one unrelenting memory which refused to be permanently immured in the past. When the time for the wedding was set, mid-June immediately after Monty’s graduation (if he succeeded in graduating), she realised that she must face that memory and dispose of it, for her own peace of mind. Her

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 to remain white. The person who discovered the paste was a traveller for a London house, who sold it to Mr. Peel for an inconsiderable sum. It required the experience of a year or two to perfect the system and make it practically useful; but the beauty of its effect, and the extreme precision of outline in the pattern produced, at once placed the Bury establishment at the head of all the factories for calico-printing in the country. Other firms, conducted with like spirit, were established by members of the same family at Burnley, Foxhill Bank, and Altham, in Lancashire; Salley Abbey, in Yorkshire; and afterwards at Burton-on-Trent, in Staffordshire; these various establishments, whilst they brought wealth to their proprietors, setting an example to the whole cotton trade, and training up many of the most successful printers and manufacturers in Lancashire.

Among other distinguished founders of industry, the Rev. William Lee, inventor of the stocking-frame, and John Heathcoat, inventor of the bobbin-net machine, are worthy of notice, as men of great mechanical skill and perseverance, through whose labours a vast amount of remunerative employment has been provided for the labouring population of Nottingham and the adjacent districts. The accounts which have been preserved of the circumstances connected with the invention of the stocking-frame are very confused, and in many respects contradictory, though there is no doubt as to the name of the inventor. This was William Lee, born at Woodborough, a village some seven miles from Nottingham, about the year. According to some accounts, he was the heir to a small freehold,


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“Bobs, what do you really think of Monty?” She had gone to his office, nerved up to the interview. QOsterhout considered. “He means well,” was his judicial pronunciamento. “What a rotten thing to say about a girl’s best young man! What's the matter with him?” “Stupid.” “Then you didn’t really mean your congratulations.” “Certainly. It’s an excellent engagement.” “Am I stupid, Bobs?” she pouted. “No. But I think you'll be perfectly satisfied witha stupid husband.” “JT don*t know what makes you so revolting today

complained Pat.

“I'd be bored to death with a boob

around the house, and you Know it. He's not stupid.” “Tf you're satisfied, I am,” said the amiable Bobs. “I don’t have to live with him. He's a prize beauty all right. And rich!” “There you go again. Idon’t care. (Defiantly) I love Monty, and that’s enough. Anyway I didn't come here

to talk about him exactly.

It’s something else.

do many girls confess to their doctors?” Osterhout looked up sharply and frowned.

Bobs, Almost

word for word Mona had put that same query te him years before.

But Pat’s face was more child-like, graver,

than that of the lovely, laughing, reckless Mona had been. “Probably more than to their priests,” he made reply. “That's what a doctor is for.” “Yes she cried eagerly. “Please be just the Fentriss family physician for a few minutes. Make it easy for me, Bobs dear.”

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he said: “Take your time, Pat. And when you're ready, tell me as much or as little as you wish.” “It isn’t too easy—even to you. Can’t you guess?” “Ah,” said he, after a pause of scrutiny. “So that’s it.” “Don’t look at me.” She put her hands up as if to shield her face from flame. “Just tell me what to do.” “Are you in trouble?” “Of course,” said she impatiently. ‘Do you think I’d come bothering you Oh, no! Not that way. Though it might have happened. Now you do know.” “Go on, Pat.”

“Aren’t you shocked?” Her eyes darted up at him, at once supplicating and defiant, from out the tangle of

her vagrant hair. “Not a bit.

We doctors don’t judge.

“Oh, Bobs!

You

are divine.

I want

We help.” to know—it’s

awfully hard to put it—to know whether—if he'll know —when we’re married.” “He?” Osterhout groped in a murk of bewilderment. “Who?”

“Monty, of course. Don’t be dumb.” “Monty? Isn’t Monty the man?” “Oh, no!”

For the moment Osterhout was startled clean out of his professional attitude. ‘Who is?” he said sternly. - Instantly Pat was mutinous. “I won’t tell you.” “I’m sorry I asked it. It’s none of your doctor’s affair who he is. You want me to tell you whether your husband, when you marry, will know that you have had experience before.” “Yes,? answered Pat under her breath. “J’l] answer you as I always answer that question.”

“Always!

Have you had it asked you before?”

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A slight, melancholy, tolerant smile lifted the corners of the strong mouth. “My dear, every doctor who has had among his patients specimens of the modern, highstrung girl has had that problem put up to him. The answer is simple; no, he won’t know—unless you tell him.” She drew a soft breath of relief, but almost at once her

face darkened, as the import of his last words made its way to her quick sensitiveness. “Do you want me to tell him?” “That is not a question for a physician to answer.” Pat stamped her foot. “Stop being one, then. Be Bobs again. Shall I tell him, Bobs?” “Has he ever told you anything of that nature?” “No. Perhaps there isn’t anything to tell. Though I don’t suppose he’s exactly one of them dam’ virgins. What do you know about him?” Osterhout gave himself full time to debate the answer within himself before responding. “There was a raid last year on a notorious roadhouse near here. Several of our best youth—if you reckon them by family—were caught. Montgomery Standish was one of them.” “Ugh!” shuddered Pat. “A vile joint like that! Why didn’t you tell me before, Bobs?” He shrugged his shoulders. ‘You’d have to go pretty wide of your own set to find a boy with a clean record. Monty is no worse than the rest.” “What beasts men are!” “He might say, if he knew anything: ‘What crooks girls are?” “You don’t mean that it’s the same thing,” said Pat

beneath her breath. “He goes to a rotten place, probably drunk 7 “Undoubtedly.” Oh, it makes me sick to think of it! It “And—and.

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isn’t the same. I may have been a silly little fool, but —oh, Bobs! Can’t you understand?” “Who was the man, Bambina?”

At the old term of affection her face softened. “Can’t you guess, Bobs, dear?” she whispered. A blinding, burning illumination lighted up his memory of a hundred small, vitally significant facts, against which the sudden certainty stood forth, black and stark. “Cary Scott, by God!” Pat’s face was set. Her eyes, sombre but fearless, answered him. “The damned scoundrel!” “He isn’t.” “Isn’t? A man of his age to come into a house as a friend and seduce an innocent child!”

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“He didn’t seduce me any more than I seduced him.” “Don’t talk infernal nonsense.” “It’s true; it’s true, and you’ve got to believe it.

It

was as much my fault as his.”

“Was it your fault that he left you, like a coward?” “He didn’t. I sent him away. He wanted to get free and marry me, and he would have done it if I’d let him. He was terribly in love with me, Bobs. Monty doesn’t love me that way. Nobody ever will again.” “Well, why wouldn’t you marry him?” queried the amazed physician. “Oh, I don’t know.”” She gave her shoulders the childish petulant wriggle of old, again the petite gamine of Scott’s patient love. ‘“He’s so old.”

“Then why in the name——” “You're

full of whys, Bobs.

It happened;

that’s all,

Nobody ever knows why nor how in these things, do they? I—I just lost my footing and drew him with me, if you want the truth of it.”

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She flattened a hand gently across his lips. “No, yor don’t. He’s the best man I’ve ever known. Except, perhaps, you, Bobs. If you were in Monty’s place and I came to you and told the whole thing you’d marry me anyway, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, of course.”

“But you don’t think Monty would?” “IT didn’t say so. He’s very young and—and unformed.” Pat fell into a reverie. “It was really my mind that Cary seduced. He drew my mind,into his and—and sort of absorbed it, so that I couldn’t get any satisfaction out of other associations. You wouldn’t call him a damned scoundrel for that § “I’m not so sure I wouldn’t.” than the other. It goes deeper.” “You’re getting profound, Pat, as well as clever.” In spite of his perturbation, the doctor smiled. “Though | you’re talking casuistry.”
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almost forgotten that Cary and I were lovers. But there’s | something way down deep in my mind that he'll never lose his hold on.” “You’re in love with him yet, then!”

“T’m not!? she denied vehemently. “I’m in love with! Monty. Violently.” “JT wish he were ten years older. Or a thousand or so) wiser. is, no.

Then I’d say, ‘Tell him the whole thing.’ As it He’s marrying your future, not your past. If

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 while according to others he was a poor scholar, and had to struggle with poverty from his earliest years. He entered as a sizar at Christ College, Cambridge, in May,, and subsequently removed to St. John's, taking his degree of B.A. in. It is believed that he commenced M.A. in ; but on this point there appears to be some confusion in the records of the University. The statement usually made that he was expelled for marrying contrary to the statutes, is incorrect, as he was never a Fellow of the University, and therefore could not be prejudiced by taking such a step.

At the time when Lee invented the stocking-frame he was officiating as curate of Calverton, near Nottingham; and it is alleged by some writers that the invention had its origin in disappointed affection. The curate is said to have fallen deeply in love with a young lady of the village, who failed to reciprocate his affections; and when he visited her, she was accustomed to pay much more attention to the process of knitting stockings and instructing her pupils in the art, than to the addresses of her admirer. This slight is said to have created in his mind such an aversion to knitting by hand, that he formed the determination to invent a machine that should supersede it and render it a gainless employment. For three years he devoted himself to the prosecution of the


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man after we’re married.” “What about that restlessness of the mind, though?” if you’re stupid. . . . You were always wanting me to marry somebody old enough to be my grandfather, Bobs, bu
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“Ah, yes,” he cut*in grimly.

“Now you’re going to

answer me some questions. How came you to know that, about my wanting you to marry a man over thirty?” “Tf I tell you, you’ll:be paralysed.” “Go ahead. Paralyse me.” “T read it in your letters.” “What letters?” he asked, stupefied. “The ones to Mother. Oh, Bobs, I think they were too flawless. No one but a darling like you could have written them.”

“Wait a moment.”

He put his hand to his head.

His

science-circumscribed world of materialism was toppling about him. “How did you know about them? That I was writing them? Where to find them?” “Mother told me.” “Mona?

Pat, I want the truth.”

“I’m giving it to you. Before she died, when I saw her there in New York, she told me how she had made you promise to write and put the letters in the safe; and the real reason was, not that she thought she would ever come back to read them, but she thought you were the wisest and best man in the world, and she knew how fond

you were of all of us, and she wanted me to know what you thought and be guided by what you said. I suppose she figured that you’d say more about me that way than

you ever would to me.

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 At Northwood's sudden start, the scientist laughed and continued: "Is it not a pity that Nature, left alone, requires twenty years to make a man who begins to die in another ten years? Such waste is not tolerated in New EldenEden [sic], where supermen are younger than babes and—"

"Come, worms; let's land."

It was Adam's voice. Suddenly he materialized, a blond god, whose eyes and flesh were too new.

HEY were in a world of golden skylight, warmth and tropical vegetation. The field on which they had landed was covered with a velvety green growth of very soft, fine-bladed grass, sprinkled with tiny, star-shaped blue flowers. A balmy, sweet-scented wind, downy as the breeze of a dream, blew gently along the grass and tingled against Northwood's skin refreshingly. Almost instantly he had the sensation of perfect well being, and this feeling of physical perfection was part of the ecstasy that seemed to pervade the entire valley. Grass and breeze and golden skylight were saturated with a strange ether of joyousneasjoyousness [sic].

At one end of the field was a dense jungle, cut through by a road that led to the towering building from which, while above in the sun-ship, they had seen the golden light issue.

From the jungle road came a man and a woman, large, handsome people, whose flesh and eyes had the sinister newness of Adam's. Even before they came close enough to speak, Northwood was aware that while they seemed of Adam's breed, they were yet unlike him. The difference Was psychical rather than physical; they lacked the aura of hate and horror that surrounded Adam. The woman drew Adam's head down and kissed him affectionately on both cheeks.

Adam, from his towering height, patted her shoulder impatiently and said: "Run on back to the laboratory, grandmother. We're following soon. You have some new human embryos, I believe you told me this morning."

"Four fine specimens, two of them being your sister's twins."

"Splendid! I was sure that creation had stopped with my generation. I must see them." He turned to the scientist and Northwood. "You needn't try to leave this spot. Of course I shall know instantly and deal with you in my own way. Wait here."

He strode over the emerald grass on the heels of the woman.

Northwood asked: "Why does he call that girl grandmother?"

"Because she is his ancestress." He stirred uneasily. "She is of the first generation brought forth in the laboratory, and is no different from you or I, except that, at the age of five years, she is the ancestress of twenty generations."

"My God!" muttered Northwood.

"Don't start being horrified, my friend. Forget about so-called natural laws while you are in New Eden. Remember, here we have isolated the Life Ray. But look! Here comes your Athalia!"

ORTHWOOD gazed covertly at the beautiful girl approaching them with a rarely graceful walk. She was tall, slender, round-bosomed, narrow-hipped, and she held her lovely body in the erect poise of splendid health. Northwood had a confused realization of uncovered bronzy hair, drawn to the back of a white neck in a bunch of short curls; of immense soft black eyes; lips the color of blood, and delicate, plump flesh on which the golden skylight lingered graciously. He was instantly glad to see that while she possessed the freshness of young girlhood; her skin and eyes did not have the, horrible newness of Adam's.

When she was still twenty feet distant, Northwood met her eyes and she smiled shyly. The rich, red blood ran through her face; and he, too, flushed.

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 But I know, for I have seen masked men with the rope,

and the eyeless things that howl against the sun,

and I have ridden beside the hangman at midnight.

They kicked him, they cursed him, they pushed him, they

spat on his cheeks and his brow,

They stabbed his ears with foul oaths, they smeared his

clean face with the pus of their ulcerous words.

And nobody saw or heard them. But I call you to witness

John Brown, I call you to witness, you Molly

Macguires,

And you Albert Parsons, George Engel, Adolph Fischer,

August Spies,

And you Leo Frank, kinsman of Jesus, and you, Joe Hill,

twice my germane in the rage of the song and the

fray,

And all of you, sun-dark brothers, and all of you harriers

of torpid faiths, hasteners of the great day, pro-

pitiators of the holy deed,

I call you all to the bar of the dawn to give witness if

this is not what they do in America when they

wake up men at midnight to hang them until

they're dead.

III.

a railroad trestle, under the heart-rib of Progress,

they circled his neck with the noose, but never a

word he spoke.

Never a word he uttered, and they grew weak from his

silence,

For the terror of death is strongest upon the men with

the rope,

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Osterhout gave a great laugh, partly of relief, partly of tenderness. “That’s so like Mona! Her passion for intrigue, just for the sake of the game itself; her eternal loving cleverness.

There are mighty few people, Pat, in

whom affection is a thing of the mind as well as the heart. Your mother was one of them.” “So’m I,” asserted Pat promptly. “What's the matter now, Bobs?”

—

For his face had altered again, his brow

drawing heavily down, his eyes become still and brooding. “Tt wont do, Pat. You're not telling me the truth.

Not the whole truth.

After your mother died, I changed

the combination of the safe.” The girl’s laugh had a queer, strained quality. you did. What of it?” “How could you get the letters to read?”

“I know

“J couldn't, at first.”

“But you claim that you did. “WWell—it was a dream.

How?”

At least, it must have been a

dream. Or else—I don’t know. Mother came back one night and tock me by the hand and ied me inte her room to the safe, and when I woke up the door was open and the numbers of the combination were in my brain as clearly as if someone had just spoken them in my ear.” “Were you frightened, Pat?” “Not a bit. Isn°t it strange? After that I could open it mysdf, any time.”

4

“Pat, do you really think,” he began hoarsely, and stopped. “Do I think it was her spirit? something.”

“Jt was something,” he repeated. other side.

me.

I dont know.

It was

“Something from the

A lifting of the curtain.

For you; not for

Well,” he sighed, “no more letters.” “Why not?”

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“Why should there be? Whatever I’ve got to say to you I can say direct, now that the secret is out. It was really to you that I was writing all the time, so it appears.” “It wasn’t. It was to her. How do you know she doesn’t know; doesn’t read them—and

love them?

You

must keep them up, Bobs.” He shook his head. But his veiled glance roved to the mahogany desk in the corner. Instantly Pat interpreted it: “There’s one there. An unfinished one. Let me read it.” “As you like. It’s only just begun. About your engage ment. It doesn’t matter anyway now. A lost illusion.” From a locked secret drawer he took the letter, only ‘a single sheet. An inspiration came to Pat. “I’m going to adda P.S. May I?” SNe

Seating herself she ran through the few brief words, then wrote busily. Having finished she leaned back in her chair to consider her companion. “Bobs,” she announced with deliberation: “I think Pll

let you read what I’ve written. Shall I?” He held out his hand. She put the missive into it. He read: “Dearest: Bobs thinks he is still in love with you. He means to be faithful, poor old boy. But he really loves Dee. She knows it, way inside her; the way women know. And she is coming to care for him, too. That is why she is so shy and stand-oflish with him; not a bit like Con and me. But he hasn’t the sense to see it. It’s time he knew

it; that both

of them

knew

it.

Poor, brave

old

Jimmie-jams is going to pass out one of these days, and

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 ther letters were invented by Cadmus the Phœnician, or dictated immediately from Heaven at mount Sinai.

Nay, he could tell us how and in what manner he wheedled Eve, deluded Adam, put Cain into a passion, till he made him murther his own brother; and made Noah, who was above 500 years a preacher of rightcousness [sic], turn sot in his old age, dishonour all his ministry, debauch himself with wine, and by getting drunk and exposing himself, become the jest and laughing stock of his children, and of all his posterity to this day.

And would Satan, according to the modern practice of the late right reverend Historian, enter into the characters of the great men of his age, how should we be diverted with the just history of Adam, in paradise and out of it, his character, and how he behaved at and after his expulsion; how Cain wandered in the land of Nod, what the mark was which God set upon him, whose daughter his wife was, and how big the city was he built there, according to a certain poet of noble extraction,

He could certainly have drawn Eve's picture, told us every feature in her face, and every inch in her shape, whether she was a perfect beauty or no, and whether with the fall she did grow crooked, ugly, ill natur'd and a scold; as the learned Valdemar suggests to be the effect of the curse.

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be rid of all his pains. He knows it; he told me last week —we're the greatest pals ever—that he wouldn't last a | year, There was someone else that Dee was crazy about; but she’s given that up. It’s over. So when Jimmic_jams passes along it’s up to Bobs, if he’s a man and not an eld fossil, to step forward. Dee's been a widow long enough. That is what you would want for them both, isn’t it, dear?

I know it is.” Qsterhout walked over to the window. His face was white, his bulky frame trembling. The betraying sheet of paper fluttered away from his fingers. Soddenly warm arms were about his neck; soft Hips were pressed to his cheek; a breath that wavered against his ear hke a fragrant breeze of spring formed the words, gaily speken: “Oh, Bobs!

Whe cares a darn for a lest illusion when

the reslity is so much sweeter"

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XXXIII

From the time when Dr. Osterhout assured her of her secret’s safety, Pat knew that she must tell her fiancé, before the wedding. Some quirk of feminine psychology would have justified her in concealment, so long as there was risk, The chances of the game! But to go forward upon the path of marriage in perfect safety and with an

unsuspecting mate—that was, in her mind, mean. osity, too, that restless, morbid

exciting thing would result, pressed her. experimentalist was rampant within her.

Monty take it?

Curi-

craving to know what

The daring How would

What would he do?

. . - How should she tell him? ... Opportunity paved the way. A group of her set were at Holiday Knoll on a Saturday evening, discussing the local sensation of the day. Generously measured highballs had been distributed, and in the dim conservatory, lighted

only by the glow of cigarettes, they discussed the event. A betrothed girl of another suburb had committed suicide after the breaking of her engagement and gossip ascribed the tragedy to the inopportune discovery of an old love affair. With the freedom of the modern flapper, Margaret Thorne, half lying in the arms of Nick Torrance on the settee, declared the position: “It was the Teddy Barnaby business. Two years age we all thought they were engaged.” “Weren’t they?” asked someone. “More or less,” asseverated the sprightly Miss Thorne. “Chiefly more, from all accounts. Then Johnny Dupuy

came here to live, and she shifted her young affections to him and caught him.” 311

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