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ee 3 country side that won’t be proud to shakes the ‘kaa 7 7 ' - Parson Jenkins for | viving that blow. There’s my hand, 1 parson, and my word for it, you’ll die a bishop.” _ There was bitter hatred in big John’s little heart as be walked off, cursing his impotence to injure the parson, — ae and thinking that he would never rest until he had pains bee OF his score with generous interest. Martin stood in the center of the throng, pale with emo-— 2. Bon, quivering with excitement. He could not but feel elad as the young men pressed earnestly around him, — ‘shaking him by the hand and saying those things of his courage which meek Martin Jenkins had never dreamed ret ot having said to him; and yet there was an uneasy feel- ing that he had ~ acted as one of his cloth should have > done. “IT am. afr ail [ was too hasty;” he said, deprecatingly. “You’re not sorry you did it?” queried one. of “No,” he said, honestly. “I would do it again.” ’ It was difficult for Martin Jenkins to 20: about his homely duties in the parish after that. He recovered | from the excitement of the encounter with John Broad after a while, but he could not rest satisfied until he had hada talk with Goody White. The father of Violet he would no more have approached for information than if. Melville Lisle had been a fire-breathing dragon. To Mar- tin Jenkins, who knew no such thing as pride of blood, — Mr. Lisle and his pride were the most awesome things in the world. Late in the afternoon he suddenly dropped everything ~~ and betook himself to the Lisle cottage, and was fortun- - ate enough to catch the eye of Goody White, who had the we PRP a ee aed 4 leisure to. do a bit of talking, and was-in the very best - mood for it, being exalted to the top round of happiness by ae phe thought that Miss Violet had gone off to be a. countess, - inspite of her father. At the sight of Martin peering wistfully from among the trees in the lane into her _ kitchen window she threw down her knitting and ran out ~ to him. ~~ ty _ "gf oc i VP, — 7 x,» i~ he 4 FN eee Re a tee hn, Rie et OL A oe Oe i - Te We : "am 4 “a + oe, ¢ ; ep 10s " 5 -_ ? 8 F ‘“ *Won’t you come in, parson?” she said, hospitably. | “Thank you, no, Mrs. White. I could not help coming — to ask you a question about Miss Violet. Can you tell me anything ?” “lady Darlington, we’ll call her, bless her dear heart! Le said Goody, who had been aching to use the title to some- — body ever since she had discovered from the father that | ae : Violet had. at a : : Pe) ! “comicbooks com a