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 bachelor. who could not possibly for
 felt the esteem of large clientele by any reprobate negligence of his respon-
 abilities toward the fair and trusting
 Irene.
 You arc certain? Oh. my friends
 could weep tears of joy"
 It was no longer tragedy. Irene
 one might say. was only ruined--sociai. . "You'ii have telegram" said Jack before you can look round--to say the church has given them its blessing and they're coming back tomorrow to ask you" added Jack. glancing at his ta- hfe. T should run home now and see If the telegram hasn't arrived already" :" But Mir. Hope, although immensely relieved. still showed a most lament able weakness He was in fear now of painful publicity. He who lived by re-
 cording public opinion, exhibited a morbid horror of the public press lest its loud voice should begin shouting his name. There will be paragraphs in the London papers. think I will go te London and call on confreres That man Mees will pillory me in on-dits. If not bribed, Mees will il1 The Bulletin MT. Vincent, aid me to shut that mans
 mouth win pay any money. Will
 you go and see hlm--pay hush -Ifioneys
 Buy silence for me at all costs
 And Jack was at last compelled to accompany Mir. Hope in order to sup
 port him while he walked through the public streets. and, further, to promise to use all his own and Crunden's in- huence with Mfr. Mees
 Mir. Hope was back again before sup per. A telegraphic message had ar a nrxI M~ l. a ~~-es IA ito hts kind friends. The riding master had permitted no unseemly delay. Her mother" said Mir. Hope. ssh ed tears of joy when she read that sigma ture. Irene Banker, Her mother had taken to her bed She is now sleeping peacefuily---and my agitation is pass ing. I was stunned by the blow--but
 am now myself again. May I-wili you
 let me stay to supper with your,
 It was almost 2 lost day for Jack
 CHAPTER xxy.
 The week was nearly over. Except
 during twenty minutes at supper time,
 Jack had been working for nine hours
 on end. It was late: fir. Crunden had gone to bed: but Jack. still sat at his
 table. shaded lamp threw it's light
 upon the untidy masses of papers, the
 sketch maps and tracings. the rulers the measuring scale. and upon the gi-
 gantic waste-paper basket by the
 workers chair; but all the rest of the big room was in darkness. In the cir cle of bright light. with the black shadows all about him, he looked like Work personified-tlre sleepless spirit of work. unflinehing. unblinking. while all the world slept. Lizzie peeped in from the parloi threshold. and watched him. His lips were moving: rows of figures were spinning from his pencil; he was ap' parently deep in arithmeticaf calcula- tions--abstrusely difficult sums of com pound interest, perhaps.
 MT. Vincent 1t is very late.
 He did not look round.
 Mir. vincent--can't you stop? You 1 must be tired. It is dreadfuily late"
 Yes. He spoke without looking round. "Pricey Is sitting up, She1 l put the chain on after I'm gone" l Lizzie crossed the room, softly opened l the door of the kitchen passage ant 1 passed out. On this threshold sh' | glanced back. but he did not iool round: he was absorbed, concentrated l unassailable, worker in q circle O | bright light. not conscious of vague | meaningless forms that stirred idly il | the shadows beyond his magic circle. 1 Mrs. Price. with only one candle. wal 1 sitting at the kitchen table. Patient l uncompIaining. she was cheerfully for. l fefting her well-earned repose: would
 have been content to wait all through