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The call was mmperative: but for once Rollo paid no heed. He had the it of

something white in his mouth in a trice s the next moment, with much sagacity, he was fawning and fondling the little hand lad upon his tawny coat.

Instinct told Miss Rawdon it would be hetter to come from behimd her retreat s so she stood forth in the flicker of sunitzht and shodow, @ maiden revealed.

Fler hat was in her hand, her brown haar was all tumbled and blown o the ) folds of her white Yy cownhungsimple ez and stiarght v round her shight, lissom higure. She was youny, [ and fair, and . e, sweet, and the ld dog, fawning 0 upon her, had (\M{\ o

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T'he fishermain forgot the already startled fish ; he left his lime m the bushes and came towards her.

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Why do we love to picture the birth of the

areatestjoy which carth has to give out 1 the open, where the wind comes laden with the songs of a thousand birds, the seents of a milhion of lowers that have hived and loved and died 2 For the sake of our poor humanity, let us still think that to love purely is to draw nearer to God s a step forward upon the way that shall Tead to His disclos-

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ing. It is at the time of this awakening of our greatest capabilitics for jov or sorrow

that we are most willing to behieve Him near

then, and at the time of that other awaken- ine which we arce apt to call death. ITn both cases the sues are so tremendous the weak- ness of our finality tams outward, seeking help from the Inhnite,

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Iike death, love is no respecter of persons, time, or pla(:~-—}u, comes upon us when and how and where he wills; but, 1if we may choose, let it be far from the jarring discords of the world, the flesh, and the devil—for onc moment let us enter Eden, let us stand, pure, holy, unstained before God.

The fisherman had no 1dea that anything tremendous was happening to him as he stood, hat in hand, apologizing for his dog. Only the day had suddenly grown more

fair, his hcart —~ younger, God nearcr. R Ellinor thought, - “What will Mrs. Montresor say ?

He is worth look- ing at.” And she also felt happrer; but 1n the mean- time she must speak.

“Oh, 1t doesn’t signify at all, thank you,” look- ing at her sotled

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dogs, but I am

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MTVEA spoiled your sport.”

“I have had

none to-day--—-thc sun 1s too bright.”

The dog had by this time re- treated to his master, and 1h- nor felt that she must make a move i the di- rection of her chaperon.

“ My fricnd s up there,” she said, [)omtimf vacucly in the direction of the tl(:(,\, “and 1 must go back to her. I hope you will have better sp()rt;thouwh not a change of weather,” she added, laughm(r gaily, “for the sake of our lunchcon.”

She turned away; but to lose her just then was not within the calculations of the fisher- man.

“Porgive me,” he said, with an air of pro- found anxicty, “l)ut there 1s a bull up there on the hill. He is, T know, apt to takc umbrage at str in fact, he belongs to

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