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Jim Airth's pipe and pouch were out in a twinkling. "Sure you don't mind? It doesn't make you sick, or give you a headache?" "No, I think I like it," said Myra. "In fact, I am sure I like it. That is, I like to sit beside it. No, I don't do it myself." Another match flared, and again she saw the chasm, and the nearness of the edge. She bore it until the pipe was drawing well.

Haw! haw! it's a-mournin' fer his brains! Haw I haw! haw! And he feels bad bekase you cut him, too. Jemently, ef he don' look like 's ef he'd kill hisself fer three bits." Katy was so affected by this fearful picture of poor, dear Smith's condition, that she got up and hurried out of the room to cry. "What on airth's the matter?" soliloquized Dave. "Bashful little creeter, I 'low.

Then, in the darkness, she saw the mutinous fire of Jim Airth's blue eyes, and felt the grip of his strong hands on hers. "How can I say 'Good-night'?" protested his deep voice, passionately. And, with a rush of happy tears, Myra clasped her hands, whispering: "Dear God, am I at last to know the Best?" And up the stairs came Jim Airth, whistling like a nightingale.

Come to the house, all of 'e," she cried to the rest. "Theer ban't no more for us to do till marnin' light." "If ever it do come," groaned the man Bartlett. "So like's not the end o' the world be here; an' I'd be fust to hollo it, awnly theer's more water than fire here when all's said, an' the airth's to be burned, not drowned."

It would have been so terrible now. It must have been a case of 'Even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand shall hold me. In our unconscious ignorance, we might have gone away together, not knowing Michael was alive." Beads of perspiration stood on Jim Airth's forehead. "My darling, you are ill," he said, in a voice of agonised anxiety. "I am afraid you are very ill.

"So shall it be at last, in that bright morning When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee; Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight's dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee!" Jim Airth's voice ceased. He waited a moment in silence. Then "Do you like it?" he asked softly. There was no answer. Myra slept as peacefully as a little child.

"You see, Jim," she urged, "I have a few friends in town and at Shenstone, who take an interest in my doings; and I could hardly reappear among them married! Could I, Jim? It would seem such an unusual and unexpected termination to a rest-cure. Wouldn't it, Jim?" Jim Airth's big laugh brought Miss Susie to the window.

Then, as he drove his blade into the cliff, Jim Airth's gay voice rang out: "Of all the wives as e'er you know, Yeo ho! lads! ho! Yeo ho! Yeo ho! There's none like Nancy Lee, I trow, Yeo ho! lads! ho! Yeo ho! See there she stands Blow! I've struck a rock! Not a big one though. Remember this step will be slightly more to your right

But Jim Airth was never at a loss, when sure of his ground. "Lady Ingleby," he said, with grave formality; "I was told to " Then the parasol was flung aside, and he found himself looking down into the lovely laughing eyes of Myra. To see Jim Airth's face change from its look of formal gravity to one of rapturous delight, was to Myra well worth the long effort of sitting immovable.

Billy cleared his throat, and swallowed, quickly. Then he spoke. "The man who made the blunder," he said, "and fired the mine too soon; the man who killed Lord Ingleby, by mistake, was the chap you call 'Jim Airth." Lady Ingleby awaited Jim Airth's arrival, in her sitting-room. As the hour drew near, she rang the bell.