heart, which she could not h

The morning." "Tell us," said Margaret. Hester quietly seated herself
on the bed. "It concerns our valued friend, Mr Hope," said Mrs Grey.
Hester's colour had been going from the moment Mrs Grey entered the
room: it was now quite gone; but she preserved her calmness. "He was
safe when Sydney lost
sight of him, on the ridge of the hill, on the Dingleford road; but he
afterwards had an accident." "What kind of accident?" inquired
Margaret. "Is

he killed?" asked Hester. "No, not killed. He was found insensible in
the road. The miller's
boy observed his horse, without a rider,
plunge into the river below the dam, and swim across; and another
person
saw the pony Sydney had been riding, grazing
with a side-saddle on, on the common. This
made them search, and they found Mr Hope lying in the road insensible,
as
I told you." "What is thought of his state?" asked Margaret. "Two
medical men were called immediately

from the nearest places, and Mr Grey saw them

last night;

Ering." Mei Yao-ch`en says: "He who only sees the obv

breaks out inside to enemy's camp, respond at once with an attack from without. 7. (2) If there is
an outbreak of fire, but the enemy's soldiers remain quiet, bide
your time and do not attack. [The prime object of attacking with fire is to throw the
enemy into confusion. If this effect is not produced, it means that the
enemy is ready to receive us. Hence the necessity for caution.] 8.
(3) When the force of the flames
has reached its height, foll ow it up with an attack, if that is practicable; if not,
stay where you are. [Ts`ao Kung says:
"If you see a possible way, advance; but if you find the difficulties too great, retire."] 9. (4) If it is possible to make an assault with fire from without, do not wait for it to break out within,
but d

into ingots, refined to

K that there, at the last, he realized
it. The blood drained suddenly from his face and lips, leaving
them livid. I saw fear, then a wild horror in his eyes. He stood
swaying. Then his knees gave way and he toppled. He fell from his
height in the
air where I stood gazing at him--fell forward on his face, his
Titanic length spread all across the top of this rocky landscape! For
a moment I did not move.

steps, and attempted to esca

at the smaller of the presses.
A huge figure was sprawled over the table in the corner. In the air hung

the delicious smell of printer's ink and the clank and chug of the
press. Bobby stood in the doorway some time. Finally the boy said
something
to the man at the table. The latter looked up, then arose and came
forward. He was
of immense frame, but gaunt and caved-in from much stooping and a
consumptive tendency. His massive bony shoulders hung forward; his
head was carried in advance. In character this head was like that of a
Jove condemned

through centuries to long hours
in a dark, unwholesome atmosphere--the grand, square, bony structure,
the thick, upstanding hair, the bushy, steady eyebrows, the heavy beard.
But the cheeks beneath the beard were
sunken; the eyes in the square-cut
caverns were kind and gentle--and very weary. "I want to see if I can
get some ink of you," requested Bobby, holding out his little tin box.
Mr.

Daggett took the
box without replying; and, opening
it, tested with his finger the quality and colour of what it had
contained. "I guess so," said he. He led the way to one of the shelves
and opened a can as big as a bucket. Bobby gasped. "My!" he cried; "will
you ever use all that?" Mr. Daggett nodded, and, dipping a broad-bladed
knife, brought up, on merely its point, enough
to fill Bobby's tin box. "How much
is it?" asked Bobby. "Let's see, you're Jack Orde's little boy, aren't
you?" asked Dagge

Eceiving into the charmed circle a b

Dewalk by her mother. "Thank you both very much," she said, and
clutching her mother's arm she hurried into
the lobby of the skating rink and was
lost to view in the crowd
of arrivi