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again. ''You do not need gloves, or ties, or
any Of our goods. You are making yourself

81 have nothing to do with it, he replied.
| II was made 80 whenhewas born"
And so one word led to another, and In the
course of time he had told her his story, which
somehow seemed full Of wrongs, the
story Of q rather Predetermined youth
| who had been snubbed and brow-beaten and
ill-used by disappointed father from his birth.
Her heart was stirred with pity: she let him
come to the house. Hope bounded within him.
If the star should fall from the sky to his arms!
He wrote his father-I forgot to say that he
could write-that he wanted his Influence to
help him marry the most lovely, the most vir-
tuOus, the most brilliant of women, who waited
behind the counter of her fathers little Jew
shop. The answer to this letter made his hair
stand on end. Cold, sneering, vindictive. cruel
interchangeable should he do but show it to
her? Her blood would have been cold and thin
stuff had that not made it boil. II can never
go back to him. said More. 81 never will go
back to him. 1t is the last blow he shall strike
me-"
Would you be happier here in the shop help
ing mei" she asked.
Beyond measured" he cried.
| So she told him to see her father that night.
She meant about the situation; he meant about
a wife. And her father. in as good and strong
contempt as Mr.. Van More himself could feel,
ordered the fellow from the house.
1.-THE WORTHLESS varlet!" cried the old man.
"Can he earn his salt? What do l care for his
name and his family and his entailed moneys
the dog of a christian! He can have them all;
but he can't marry my girl to an idiot"
''He is not an idiot, father" said Hero. "There
canvassed the subject, 'He has been made to
look up till he does not know how to look
straight ahead. Some day he will assert HIM
SELF
'.You?" said her father You? believe you
care for the lout! When you have sweethearts
to fill a regiment! When you can marry any
man in the county,"
81 don't know" she said. II am sorry. for
him. care to have him happy-he has had so
IN Nhor, And of fhofp nnt
heard grOan outside. and they ran to the door
to pick up More Van More, helpless and just re-
turning to consciousness. with broken leg.
Hero installed herself as his chief attendant.
In the long hours of patient pain. in the de-
votedness of his silent worship for her. some
thing stirred her heart that was not pity.
Heaven knows what 1t was There are some
strong natures that must wrap themselves about
the weak. The first time he could stand upon
his feet again they were married. And then
More Van More went down to help her wait be-
hind the counter in the shop where she CONSUL
ted him and referred to him and honOred him
till she was likely to make others share the
strange respect she had for him. ''He is single
hearted" she said to one of her old lovers in
that primitive community who felt the right to
make some Outspoken complaint; she is up
right he is unsefsh. He is kind to the fly on
the wall He loves me and no other What
more do want in a husband? He suits me.
And as tor his religion, what does that signify
when. at any rate, we both worship the same
GOd:"
i year from that time Hero did not GO to the
shop much; she had little son-and not such
very little one eithcr-a bouncing, magnificent
boy, with his mothers colors and eyes, full Of
life and JOY and spirit, and quite the most re-
markablc baby in the world. And So when the
child was six months DID, it seemed to More Van
More. in his happiness that he wrong to
deprive his family of the blessing of knowing Of
such blessing. and he wrote home for the third
time. but this time to his mother.
This shaking the red rag in the face of
the bull. Mr.. Van More trampled up and down
his Wifes sitting-roOm awhile reared and STAIN
ped and snOrted and beloved. and not till he
had reduced her to tears for having brought
SUCH son into the world. and had pursued it
till she gasped for breath and had to have the
maids and ether and hot bottles, did he subsde
into silence and thought
That this son of beggarly shop-girl of a
Jewess should be the Van More. Never. never.
il he had to put out the light of all the Van
Nores at once! Jocelyne, his eldest daughter
should marry young De We're, and he should
take the name OF Van More. For sum of
money More should break the entail and re-
nounce his name, taking instead that of his low
born wife, And SO JOycelyne's son. who was
fOregOne conclusion in Mr.. Van NOre's mind
should be the gregt Van More to come. He had
satchel packed within an hour, and he slept
that night, for the first time in his life in a yul-
gar seeping-car. always before having left the
train at nightfall rather than be one of the pro-
miscuous canallle sleeping a common sleep.
wretched cOntiguity 1t was hard experience
for Mr. Van Wore. He added it all up against
his son. And the selfshness of the modern
traveller did not tend to increase his appreca-
ton OF his kind. His kind? Not the least bit
} his kind Mr.. Van More was more than ever
persuaded that he was a superior integer of the
race-marking, perhaps one of those points Of
progress from which one development steps to
higher. At last he stood in the presence of his
daughter-in-Iaw.
:, shapeless little greasy Jewess selling old
! clothes-or a stately young goddess assuming a
/ human smile? One cOnyulsive sensation thrilled
across him of pride in Nores taste at least
s0uring Instantly to anger to think that taste
was all. And then he opened the subject,
mo, father-in-law," said Hero firmly despite
his wncing, and after the fashion of speech in
use among her people. NO. father-in-law; We
do not want your money. Nor will we surren-
der our name; it is our name by all right and law
that it is yours. And. as for your grandson. we
have no power to forswear his birthright for our
mess of pottage."
, 1t was will as strong as his own that op-
posed him. StOrming was of no use here He
left the house without another word and left
Hero dancing her Growing boy in the broad
TRANSPORTING sunbeam looking up proudly at
her husband, yet fondly, to see if really she and
the boy compensated to him for all he had
lost.
An hour afterward Mr.. Van More was brought
back to his son on stretcher; two trains had
} cOllided. and he was among the killed and
|
before physician could reach him he was bleed
ing to death. When at length, the flow
was staunched, and he lay fanting and sinking
away. ut salmost hopeless" said the surgeon
There is little blood left in his body"
, The sight of his dying father had changed the
current OF Nore's irate feeling. IF could but
give him mine.' he cried.
1T would do him small good,' said the
doctor, looking at the pale and spindling fellow
with an anatomist's contempt and from him
the glance travelled to Hero standing near in
her abundant life. with the dancing boy in her
arms. still followed by the sunbeam. Hero
read the glance in moment, and had given the
child to her husband
Here, doctor" she said. barring an arm that
Hebe. carrying life and Nectar to THE gods.
might have lifted.
''Do you know what it means for your said
the doctor. And for your child, perhaps?
Loss Ofstreneth. it may be of health"
81 know it is my husbands father. Ey chid's
grandparents, she said slowly. eff my blood
can save him. it is right that he shall have it."
And when she came to herself after her first
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