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THE MAN IN POSSESSION. 219 ‘¢ He is very like, I’ve heard,” he said meekly. ‘Now, Smith,” said Kate gravely, ‘‘do you mean to say you've never seem him yourself ? He lives in London, so he told me, and he is always going to working men’s meetings, and agitating for reforms in labour, and generally championing the oppressed and down-trodden class for whom your sympathies also are so strong. If you have not come across one another, it is very odd.” ‘‘Maybe we shall meet some day,” observed Smith. ‘Don’t you know, Miss, that it’s just the people likeliest to meet that neverdo meet. I've got a cousin, now,” he added by way of illustration. ‘‘He’s in the Salvation Army. I do assure you, Miss, I’ve met battalions, and regiments, and reserve companies, and all sorts of companies of them in the streets at different times, but never by any chance have I come across that one particular company in which my cousin Luke is serving. It’s very queer, but so it is.” ‘‘It 7s very queer,” said Kate slowly and thought- fully. She leant forward and stirred the fire into a blaze. The bright light leapt up, and shone vividly around, and threw its ruddy glow over the young man’s face, and into the startled, conscious eyes that Kate forced to meet the challenge of her own. Neither of them spoke, but that long steady gaze was more eloquent than any words. The girl rose slowly to her feet in a dazed, bewildered fashion. Her face grew white as death. The proud, firm lips parted, but no words came. She felt so sure— ECOMNCE OOO SS) (SO