The Yale expositor., 1916-12-21
CHAPTER II-continued.

and pretty and freckled; ana Wheh
she wrinkled UP her nose as she
asked the question, David could not
rorbear smiling. In spite of the mo-
mentary smile, the utter hopelessness
that returned to his cavernous eyes
almost frightened her. She felt as
though she had unwittingly knocked
at the door of a house that hid n
tragedy, and she was on the verge of
dsmayed retreat. But under the
funny little nose there was a kind
little mouth and a square little chin;
so she drew in her breath and ran up
all her colors.
"Two pound ten yard"
"Its Dollars not pounds here. you
know" she chided. you're English,
aren't your
His smile was frankly bitter now.
"Tm done with England" he flashed
back.
"a Yankee then?" even more In
credulously.
ayes, thank God" he burst forth.
She hastened to remove the impli-
cation of scorn In her words.
"Well. 1 suppose Wen be, too-fa-
ther and l. We Just arrived at Cory
don this morning. But I'm not thank
Ing God especially for the prospect"
His silence seemed to discOncert
her. She may have been conscious
Of something in her that imagined q
rebuke he did not intend. She bit
her lip and threw backward glance.
-, hA
The candor in her eyes lent SINGER
ity TO her words. She turned and
beckoned TO her father. who was chat
ting at the door. He seemed to be
used to her humors, for he came for
ward indulgently with, "Well, daugh-
ter?"
He had the broad, red face of a
prosperous British farmer, a ruddy
disk in which you might discern no
sun-spot of guile. Heartiness radl-
ated from him as from the maturing
sun. His shrewd little eyes looked
on David with so honest q kindness
that David gave him instant trust. \
strange thing, for David knew it was
the farmers Of England whose flour
made the threepenny loaves whose
price had made the weavers go hun
CRY.
"Father, want you to'-she turned
winsomely to the young storekeeper-
"What is your nameP
The young man surrendered. 'Da-
vid Laurence"
"This is my father, Mr.. job Gran
mer. My name is Lydia, and I'm his
only daughter and he does what tell
him TO. don't you, fatherT And she
gave him a tug at his elbow.
The name Lydia instantly became
for David one Of those on the calen-
dar.
"Your daughter is very kind, Mr..
Cranmer."
The girl hnstened to impart the one
piece OF information she had Cleaned
about her countryman.
ale says he is going to live here"
"a fine country, this, young man"
approved Mr.. Cranmer heartily. 81
mean to settle here myself. They tell
me land is as cheap here on the vii
derness border as Goals in Newcastle
Pm a farming man."
"You're no farmer?" hazarded the
girl to David.
"NO-I was q weaver"
"Ohl" said Cranmer, comprehend
ing. "then il hasn't been all skittleS
with you. hey, young man?"
wave Of dark red swept over Da
vid's face and he seemed unable &c
answer.
nottingham way, maybeT pursued
his QuestioEer.
Eyes" he assented, and choked ovel
the word.
"Your people have been hard trod
den, haven't they?" pressed Cranmel
kindly.
"Oh, do not mind me of tl' brok'
from David's lips. He bowed his heaC
to hide the tears he could not control
Lydia turned to her father for ex
planation.
Likely this young man suffered
with the Luddites," he remarked.
'Tell u.s." whispered Lydia, 1--WE ar
sorry"
cay, d-n England" blustere'
Cranmer, without an apology for tn
oath.
David looked at the man inteDtly
There was something about him tha
reused question.
nottingham market place is q fai
sight" observed the farmer.
you've been thereT"
"Ay, one Whit-MOnday feast"
Clifton groves were green then,
cried Lydia eagerly.
''There was blood on the parade q
Martinmas two years ago." Davi
burst forth, fire smoldering in his eye
"Our people gathered first at marke
goose-fair In October; maybe II wa
me plenty we saw there then tha
made us wild. My father and m
brother AID had eaten but one mes
Oar f~ weeks before There wer