Tombstone epitaph., 1917-03-25
CHAPTER ii-continued.


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 David looked up quickly at his questioner. She was younger than he and pretty and freckled; and whef she wrinkled up her nose as she asked the question. David could moi forbear smiling. In spite of the mo mentary smile. the utter hopeiessness 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 g tragedy, and she was on the verge of dismayed 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 uI all her colors.
 1.-Two pound ten a yard"
 Its dollars not pounds here, you know." she chided. You're Ehgl:sl. aren't youT'
 His smile was frankly bitter now.
 "Fm done with England,- he flashed back.
 "A Yankee then?" even more in creduiously.
 "Yes, thank God!" he burst forth.
 She hastened to remove the impli cation of scorn iD her words.
 Well. supIrs, we'll be. too-fa ther and L We Just arrived at Cory don this morr ing. 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 8 rebukc he did not intend. She bi; her Iio and threw a backward glance "Three cheers for. the president '" The candor in her eyes lent a sincer. ity to hcro 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 intiulgently with, "Well, daugh. teri"
 He had the broad, red face of c prosperous British farmer. a ruddy Eask in which you might discern nc sun-spot of guile. Heartiness radi, ated from him as from the maturing sun. His shrewd little eyes looked on David with so honest a k;ndliness that Davti gave him instant trust. A strnage Cling. for David knew 1t was the farmers of England whose flour made tte threepenny loaves whose price had made the weavers go hun. gry.
 Father, want you to"-she turned winsomely to the young storekeeper- "What is your name?
 The young man surrendered. 'Da. vid Larrence."
 "This is my father. Mir. Job Gran. mer. My name Is Lydia, and I'm his only daughter and he does what tell him to, don't you. father?" 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, Mir Crnnmer"
 The girl hastened to impart the one piece of information she had gleaned about her countryman.
 -He says he is going to live here.' "A fine country. this. young man. approved Mir. Cranmer heartily. q mean to settle here myself. They tel me land Is as cheap here on the will derness border as coals in Newcastle Tin a farming man."
 You're no farmerT hazarded the girl to David.
 "No-I was c weaver"
 ~Oh!" said Cranmer. comprehend ing. then 1t hasn't been all skittle: with you. hey. young manT
 A wave of dark red swept over Da vid's face and he seemed unable te answer.
 Nottingham way. maybeT pursued his questioner.
 ~Yes," he assented. and choked ovel the word.
 "four people have been hard trod den, haven't they" pressed Cranmel kindly.
 "Oh, do not mind me of it!" broke from David's lips. He bowed his heat to hide the tears he could not control
 Lydia turned to her father for ex planation.
 Likely this youne man suffered with the Luddites," he remarked.
 ~Ten us," whispered Lydia, i've arr sorry
 -Ay, d-n England" clustered Cranmer, without an apology for thu oath.
 David looked ct the man intently There was something about him tha reused question
 Nottingham market place is . fsil Gght," observed the farmer.
 "You'Ye been therer
 .Ay, one whit-Monday feast"
 -Clifton groves were green then cried Lycia eagerly.
 ~There was blood on the parade a Hartinmas two years ago." Davit burst forth. fire smoldering in biz eye 'Our people gafhered first at marke soose-faiv In October: maybe 1t va 0s plenty we saw there then tha nsds us wild Ny father and m! hgOtheS and had eaten but one mea . lav 1R vss1D bsfoeA Thsrs wer'