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think of cushions or carvings. They use6
to crowed in and fill up some Of the bes,
seats in church. Dear knows, a beautiful
church would have been thrown away on
them!'
Mr.. Harbour glanced at her sharply
Did she intend covert sarcasm2 Blu
no; her fat, good natured face was smiling
and placid as ever. It was natural that
she should wishto see the best seats filled
with people of position rather than grimy
coal-heavers. But he? He told him
self that they were all alike-souls fo1
whom Christ died.
| There was sudden movement near thu
door, a hush of the clamor to deeorous 81
lence; even Miss Hyde lowered her stri
dent tones to a well bred murmur; the
Hollis and Burwells were coming in and
with them Sarah Clevedon. She was ar
erect young girl with brown, earnest eyes
dressed more simply than any woman il
the room. But people rarely remember.
ed Sarah's dress or anything about hel
but her eyes, the meaning Of which always
strangely remained with you after she
was gone. Mr. Harbour watched her as
she passed through the room, detained BY
one eager group after another. Was il
possible that she did not know that since
she was child she had been regarded as
princess by these 1radcsmen's wives and
daughters, simply because she was born
an heiress? Could it be possible that she
did not see how vulgar and course grained
they were? She did not seem to see it
They were her friends whom she had
know and loved since she was a baby; it
did not occur to her to criticise their
minds or manners, any more than to
| quarrel with the beeches on the village
street because they were not oaks. When
she sat down beside little Miss Maddox
the tailoress, there was Difference, almost
approaching humility, in her manner
True, the poor little deformed woman was
almost a saint, thought the clergyman
but what fine instinct taught that rever.
ence to the girl? He never had felt il
| himself. How delicate and rare she was
this lady of his love! With all her cor
dial sweetness, no one could be famllia,
with her. She would have held prince
as far apart from her as she did poor lit.
tie Sam the cobbler.
Presently he went up and joined her
going from stall to stall. The effect up
on him was curious. Grab-bag and post
office slowly sank to their proper place in
the universe; even the rose-window, fo1
which all this mighty bother was made
no longer appeared to be the end of life
and human action; it was in its place q
useful thing. But its place was, after all
a small one. Yet Sarah had not said a
word concerning grab-bag or rose-win-
window Was it because she was so sin
gle and true that this hurly -burly appear
ed to him paltry and foolish?
He left the hall, walking beside her
down through the low.lying meadows OF
Clevedon place. He remembered the
furry and fever of the last few days as a
man might who had ended long race
and found a mean ,insel crown in his
hands. If he could win this woman he
could leave all vulgar fever forever below
him and rise to the height on which she
dwelt. To see Sarah Clevedon among
these other women was like hearing a no.
BILE song sung in the chaffering market
place. They reached the gate and passed
under the great elms to the house, which
was old and not without certain stateli-
ness Of aff1uence and comfort
cit imports good deal in the charact-
er Of woman said Mr.. Harbour, con-
tinuing his thoughts aloud, to have been
born to an inheritance like this, haunted
by the legends Of an honorable family"
Sarah looked at him in surprise. 81
am very fond of the old house," she said
simply, "and I believe the Clevedons
were honest folk
Mr.. Harbour WINGED at this as
though he had been cut to the marrow.
He had gathered some flowers to give her
as they walked-white stars of Bethlehem
veincd with pale blue He let them fall
suddenly. He felt as though his hands
were tainted.
But it was impossible that she could
know. Why should she ever know? He
was not guilty because his father had
chosen to become thief and his brother
brute. Why should he bear their
punishment? Sarah had neither parent nor
kinsfolk to ask troublesome questions.
She was her own mistress. If he married
her, perhaps when years had passed, when
their lives and souls had grown close to-
gether sitting oy the fire some winter
evening, he would dare to tell her the
shameful story, which would then seem
vague and unreal as dream.
To bejust to the man, he loved Sarah
very sincerely, and he was nearer to her
just then than ever before, and sorely
tempted.
His eyes while he reasoned were fixed
on the top of the hill; they were very
fine speaking eyes. Sarah had no doubt
that his spirit was now lifted in high
communion; he was veritable st. Au-
gustine in her eyes; she was apt to make
saints and heroes out Of everyday people
but for this hero and saint she could find
no halo too bright. Ifhe had only f1eshy
thoughts enough to think of women-to
feel the need Of friend, a sister-sud-
denly the eyes fell directly on her face
which burned and blushed under the UNI
expected passionate gaze. His chin quiv-
cred, his eyes filled with tears. She
turned her head from him, knowing that
the eager, pleading look followed her.
What was this? Did he love her?
''How still the woods are!'' she said
hurriedly;"I think we shall have storm
! before morning"
Mr.. Harbour did not know what she
! said He knew that she tremhled and