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“We'll go to the city,” Henry had think of the store it gives me a shiver. said when first he and Mary had talked I keep feeling something heavy on my it over.

mind all the time. When I wake up "Not without money," she pleaded. in the morning I know something's the “We'd starve there. Nobody 'd know matter. It's like it was when the baby we were poor, and they wouldn't be- died, only it aint nearly so bad." There lieve we were honest.” Then they had was a burst of tears at the last, and then talked of a clerkship that Brown, the Mrs. Harvey went on more smoothother dry goods man, had offered ly. “But we're bound to see folks Henry. It was open yet. The answer sometimes, and they're good folks, was to be given Monday.

Henry. They've known me ever since “To tell you the truth, Mary, I I was born, and you, these eight years. don't feel much like going to church. They know we're honest, and that's a It's like being exhibited as a curiosity.” good deal.”

His wife looked mournfully into Henry made no reply. He was bitspace and was silent.

ter as he thought of the whispering and "! I hate being stared at,” he said, in guessing that was going on about an explanatory tone, after a moment. them in the little village. He wanted

Mary was still silent. Her battle- to get away from it all. He was in ground was silence. Her victorious that state of mind in which a man so general

self-repression. Her frequently is when, thinking to better tongue ran too easily to be allowed to things, he leaps from the undeniably think for her on great occasions, and hot frying-pan into the undoubtedly she had come to understand it. But hotter fire. their misfortune was a bitter disap- “I believe church will take us out of pointment to her. Her oft-repeated ourselves," said Mrs. Harvey presentassurance that it would surely come ly, “and I guess that's what we want.' right had pressed down into her own Henry paused irresolute, and the mind and rooted there, so that the quarter bell rang. trouble which had been so surely com- “I'll go and black my boots," ing for years was in this wise a shock he said, with sudden determination. to her.

“ You'll have to hurry, Mary,” but his “We'll have to go out some time,” wife was already on the stair. she said, doggedly-_"that is, if we Some of the villagers turned to look stay here

we might as well go to- at the Harveys as they stepped up the day."

aisle to their pew.

There was no un“Yes, if we stay here,” her husband kindliness meant. It was only curianswered, with crafty emphasis.

osity-a somewhat indelicate one some “Oh, you're not thinking of going of us might say—and it deepened the to Toronto-not till you get something lines on Henry Harvey's face and to do, Henry." Her words were only tightened the muscles of his mouth, the lettering of her anxious face. Har- while his wife's cheeks flamed behind vey looked down into it, and though her veil. he knew that it exhibited good sense They were a few minutes early. and should be respected, he grew un- The hush was disturbed only by the reasonably pettish.

aspirated voices and timid footfalls of “You'd

stay here and have me the gathering congregation. Two or Brown's body slave, with crust three lilies stood beneath the pulpit, thrown at me now and then. It's all and the whisking about of wraps and the same to you.

Women can't un- coats rolled waves of their heavy perderstand these things, and I'd rather fume here and there. An old man took starve on a doorstep than beg here." his seat behind the Harveys. He

The poor fretted wife gulped down a leaned over the pew-front, and put his sob and began brokenly : “I feel as cracked, red hand on Harvey's. “Glad bad as you do, Henry, and every time I to see ye," he quavered, “an' you jest


bear in mind we're all feelin' fur you, ed lips and hot, glazed skin. Last an' bearin' you up. Fine day aint it, night, from sheer exhaustion, he had but it's cold fur

slept like a baby. The minister's voice broke in upon All rose to sing presently, and Harhis sentence, and the old farmer drew vey, mechanically, with the rest. He back to fumble the leaves of his clumsy was very tall and round-shouldered. hymn-book.

His coat, black once, was green with Dim-eyed, feeble and half-palsied age, and shiny, and frayed a little; but from a life of hard toil, with sunken his face was the face of a man wealthy cheeks, and straggling wisps of white by his thought. It was pale from inhair, he stood up and mingled his tense mental effort, but strong and tremulous voice with the others, look- brave and hopeful. He had come into ing forward to the Easter text with the church bitter and suspicious, and the anticipation of simple goodness. prepared to be aggressive towards all He did not know it, but he had al- his fellows. He was burdened with ready preached the sermon of the day disappointment and his heart was nursto the man in front.

ing its wounded pride. The simple Many an eye wandered to the Har- kindliness of a simple old man had vey's pew. Many a woman sighed for turned the trend of all his thought. sympathy with the wife. Many a man As they walked home Harvey said said “poor fellow” in his heart, and to his wife : “I feel like a different some still looked from curiosity. This man; I'll take the clerkship from business failure was a home produc- Brown, and we'll board until we get tion of a city novelty. To many, a man ahead enough to go housekeeping: who had failed was as much a sight as “When will they sell our furniture the elephant at the circus.

and things?” asked Mary. Harvey heard little of the sermon. I don't know exactly,” he made His brain was making swift journeys reply, and he wondered why his wife to and from the various points in his sighed. life. He contrasted this Easter with “You're not sorry we gave them last, and a sense of relief came to him up," he said, half-reproachfully, bendas he felt his hands emptied of the cares ing to look at her face. which had weighted them so heavily. "No, oh, no," was the dreary answer, The past five years had many a sleep- for she was as honest as he, but in her less night folded away in them, many woman's heart she had a special shrine a day in which he had dragged him- where she worshipped in no idolatrous self about with aching eyeballs, parch- way, her poor little household gods.

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With illustrations by Conacher.

LONGMORE pressed the red end of land spur of the Grand Trunk.

At his half-smoked cigarette, and flung three of the clock the slow-running it into his waste-paper basket. The sev afternoon “mixed," from Toronto, eral clocks downstairs had just struck reached the big Midland town, not as two.

late by half-an-hour as it was wont to He crossed the room and took down be; and out of its battered and dirty his long racing skates from the high smoking-car a tall, slight young man, shelf on which his many divers sorts of who moved with a singularly easy skates stood arow-hockey skates, swing of his whole lithe body, stepped Halifax “skeletons” for fancy skating, into the arms of a score of his friends. and the wide-runnered pair which he This was Longmore, and his friends had brought from Holland, and which greeted him with loud and continuous he used when the ice was soft. He shouts. Their eyes glowed hotly with fondled the racers for a half-minute or admiration of him, the genuine sort So, as

a smoker fondles a favourite of adulation which famous football, pipe, and for the same reason. Then hockey, lacrosse and cricket players, he ran a critical thumb all along their cyclists and skaters receive in Canada. twenty inches of blade, feeling the edges The younger men of Lindsay and of as one passes one's thumb along the Whitesideville adored Longmore, who edge of a razor, and put a new pair of was their champion all-round athlete ; laces into the boots to which they were they had set a mental image of him riveted.

upon a very high mental pedestal. He meant to skate a five-mile race Several fellows seized the bag which that evening at Lindsay, with a Nor contained his skates and knickerbockwegian skater who was accounted a ers and sweater, jerking it from him, fast man in his own country, and whom and all formed what looked like a Crawford, the celebrated hockey-player, Rugby scrimmage about him and husand the holder of many skating records, tled him across the platform to a cab, had beaten by only a yard at Montreal from which they unbitched the horse. two days before.

Then with much more shouting and The race was to be skated in the big occasional bursts of cheering and the Aberdeen open-air rink, which had a inevitable “For he's a jolly good felsix-lap track. Longmore preferred low,” they hauled their idol up town to short laps and many to the mile, being the Hotel Benson. very quick at the ends. But he had The lanky and cheerful-looking Norheard that the European was not ex- . wegian skater, burning a cigarette at pert at swinging around the ends, and the hotel office windows, grinned when so he had chosen the Aberdeen because he heard and saw the yelling crowd of its size ; for he was a thoroughbred dragging the cab up to the pavementsportsman.

edge. The varied manifestations of inLongmore was living then at White tense enthusiasm recalled to him exactly sideville, which is a small country place similar scenes at home. Five minutes ten miles west of Lindsay, on the Mid later he and Longmore were shak

ing hands, exchanging commonplaces, tagonist with great apparent exertion, and drinking whiskey and water for with arms held downward, so that a form's sake-a tablespoonful of whis handkerchief which he held in his right key to a glass of water.

hand trailed upon the ice. At seven of the clock--the race was At the end of the 26th lap, Longto be skated at seven-thirty—a couple more, a grin breaking out upon his of thousand people crowded the Aber face, increased his speed with hardly deen rink. The unceasing hum of their an added effort, and swept by the loud-voiced talk was like the sound of European skater as if the latter had a strong wind blowing through a forest been standing still, which caused so of naked trees. And when Longmore, clamourous a cheer to ring out that the wearing the Toronto Athletic Club's frosty air seemed to quiver with the recolours, which he had carried to the sonance of it. His pace was so terrific front in many bicycle, skating and foot and his tremendous swings so easy and races, appeared on the ice they cheered graceful that he seemed to be flying madly, and shouted loud greetings. through the air rather than skating,

Longmore swung swiftly several and he finished two laps ahead of the times around and around, as if to take Norwegian, who was as much astona possible stiffness out of his legs. ished at the sudden sprint as the specminute or two afterward the Norwegian tators. stepped upon the ice, was heartily He brought himself to a stop about cheered, and "did" three or four laps twenty-five yards from the finish line, much more rapidly, but more labouri- ploughing up the ice with his great ously, than the Whitesideville man had. skates so deeply that a shower of tiny

The race was started immediately. fragments flew high into the air. Then, At the crack of the pistol the foreigner shouldering a path through the yelling jumped ahead, making a red-hot pace, enthusiasts who instantly swarmed and was regarded as a certain winner about him, he dived into his dressingby the greatly chagrined onlookers, room and locked the door. He wished who supposed that Longmore was do to escape from his friends, who would ing his best and could not narrow the fain have borne him to his hotel upon space between his opponent and himself. They told themselves that their favourite had at last met his match and consoled each other by comparing his longmeasured swinging with the jerky and tremendously labourious skating of the European.

Round and round they dashed, their long skate-blades catching the white glare of the many electric lights, and flashing like heliographs; Longmore, easily and gracefully, with hands locked behind him ; his an

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their shoulders, and given him cham “She returned from the rink only ten pagne to drink, and forced him to make minutes since. Captain Brown drove a speech and made speeches themselves, her and May. She left again at once, all about the athletic prowess of Cana taking her skates, saying she meant to dians. He did not particularly object skate to Whitesideville.” to this sort of thing; on another oc He instantly decided to follow her. casion he would hardly have looked “Good night," he said, passing upon it as an ordeal; but on that night

down the steps. he would have none of it. For he de “ Good night, and let me congratusired to fulfil, without unnecessary de

on having won. Muriel lay, a mental resolution he had made seemed greatly pleased.” during the afternoon. If he won the “Oh !” he returned, in a tone of derace, he had promised himself he would precation that was impolite, and made propose to Her immediately afterward. for the river.

He hastily removed his racing clothes He chanced to have the key of a and skates. His heart drummed furi boathouse with him, and left his bag ously,—not from over-exertion, he had therein, having exchanged the boots not exerted himself greatly in the race, he was wearing for those to which the and he was trained “fine,”—but from racing skates were attached. Then he sheer nervousness. He was very much went off up the river flying like a train. in love with her, and she had shown no He knew that she would give him a signs of being in love with him, and he hard chase, for the ice was particularly could not imagine himself continuing good, and she was a fast skater, and quietly to exist without her companion had had a long start. ship, and he knew that if she rejected It was one of those splendid nights of him, it would be quite impossible for which there are so many in our fourthem to be chums afterward. But they months-long Canadian winter. There had been "going together” as it is was not a breath of wind, it was cold called in rural districts, for a year, and and strangely clear, and the moon laid she must, he argued, have at least a a wash of soft luminance over the strong liking for him.

snow-blanketed country. His most intimate friends were out At the junction of the Scugog with side, pounding on the door and yelling. the smaller stream which, fifteen miles His desire for privacy struck them as above, passes through Whitesideville, singular, and they were remarking this he came in sight of her flying figure a to each other in loud tones. Would he half-mile or so ahead, and quickened abandon his intention, break his pro

his speed.

And when he came sweepmise to himself, unlock the door and ing up behind her she was much astonallow them to do with him what they ished. greatly desired to do? No, he would “Why !" she cried, “I had no notion not. He had finished dressing, and that you meant to skate home to-night." picking up his bag he passed out by “ That is not extraordinary. How the street door.

could you have had ? You are not a He went straight to the house at medium.” which she was staying. It is a good “Indeed, I am not.”

She gave a mile, but he did it in ten minutes, walk merry laugh. ing at a racing pace.

His mind was He took her arm and they moved quite made up now; he would force forward again. himself to do it. But at the house door “I never saw the ice so good here,” he received an answer to his short he declared. question, “Is Miss Muriel in ?” which “You beat the Viking easily, did made him grow quickly cold with dis you not ?" she asked. appointment.

“Yes, rather." * Has she gone home? Was she at They were silent for some minutes ; the rink?" he asked hurriedly.

only the low ringing of their skates and

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