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 He not up and dressed himseih sail a few words to Chris, and went out. He went and fetched Mabel from her hotel. She was sObefed when she saw him They walked along and came to a park. In a sheltered nook he bade her sit down on a
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 Don't do that, he said- ''I can't bear it."
 He turned away his face from her for & minute or two. Then he forced himself, and turned baclEand BeRan toV@b hkr of the things that had happened since she left. It was the hardest task life ever set him, but he did it the more thorougly for Che afsength itTtook to do fiat all. She sat with wide eyes and parted lips, breath ing quickly, hot and cold, shrinking, fash ing, melting; and when he ceased speak ing she breathed low, like sigh:
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 ''Come and see" he said.
 They walked along, he hard, downcast, absent, she flushed, trembling, glancing at him with piteous eyes. They came in sight of fountain and saw Chris sit ting beside it. As they stood he looked up and saw them, and Win beckoned. As he came Mabel turned and looked at Will with Q doubting, half-concerned, half frightened air, and took hold of his hands a moment, then faced toward Chris, and clasped her hands before her. Will turned away and was gone before they met. dG VOL n H T
 He did not care where he went or what happened. Though the sun shone, the sky was black and the earth ashes. There was no pride or strength left inrhim; he was bnrnt'o ont. He did not want to die nor to live; there was nothing in the world, or out l. sthath wanted then, He was sick, boy and sonI. He went to bed and they g0b the doctor and dosed shim. He vas up in day or two, and was able to smile when they said it was lucky they call ed the doctor in time.
 k1c DSAlA OltbS luC N1OSSOupOrs He IS grave, quiet, has a very pleasant smile for friends and children; is mostly gentle, but can be very scornful. People take him for five years older then he is. He has two friends who would divide their last penny with him- He and is paper are 4iked By many, feafed and hated by Some, respected by all. The Messenger is not mealy-mOuthed; it has no charity for de- ceit and dishonor, but it keeps it's sharpest lash for the arrogant. the self-suflicient, the Pharisaical. It says that the wisest may err, the strongest be broken, the clearest-sighted stumble and miss the
 And wben the editor writes sneh doc Urine, and many times more, tremor comes over him, and vision of emerald shores and sweet waters floats before him and blinds him. Then he quakes to re- member the rest. and thanks God, with a certain grimness, that he Nas not suffered to go to utter shipwreck, but has saved soEn6 things that are, after all, worth more than all he has missed, if they are not so sweet