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Its phantoms had been laid at the same time as Jack's. "Persiflage! Persiflage!" cried the Doge. He and Jack were in the full tilt of controversy, Jack pressing an advantage as they came around the corner of the Ewold house. It was like the old times and better than the old times. For now there was understanding where then there had been mystery.

And I to work now. It is the hour of the hoe," as he called all hours except those of darkness and the hot midday. For Jasper Ewold was no idler in the affairs of his ranch or of the town. Few city men were so busy.

"Sir Knight, slip your lance in the ring of the castle walls but having no lance and this being no castle, well, Sir Knight in chaparejos that is to say, Sir Chaps let me inform you" here Jasper Ewold threw back his shoulders and tossed his mane of hair, his voice sinking to a serious basso profundo "yes, inform you, sir, that there is one convention, a local rule, that no stranger crosses this threshold at dinner-time without staying to dinner."

This visit he now repeated every year. Such is an interior view of Mr Arabin at the time when he accepted the living of St Ewold. Exteriorly, he was not a remarkable person. He was above the middle height, well made, and very active. His hair which had been jet black, was now tinged with gray, but his face bore no sign of years.

He settled deeper in his chair and, more to the sky than to Jasper Ewold, repeated Cyrano's address to his cadets, set to a tune of his own. His body might be in the chair, with a bandaged leg, but clearly his mind was away on the trail. "Yes, let me see," he said, coming back to earth. "I should like the 'Road to Rome, something of Charles Lamb, Aldrich's 'Story of a Bad Boy, Heine -but no!

Mary explained. "There must be law in every household," Jack agreed. "Yes, somebody fresh to talk to, at, around, and through!" called Jasper Ewold, as he reappeared. "Yes, and over your head; otherwise I shall not be flattered by my own conversation." "He glories in being an intellectual snob," Mary said. "Please pretend at times not to understand him." "Thank you, Mary.

On the evening that Jack took to the trail again, Jasper Ewold had a number of thick notebooks out of the box in the library which he always kept locked, and placed them on the living-room table beside his easy chair, in which he settled himself. Mary was sewing while he pored over his life in review as written by his own hand.

When he raised them it was to look in his father's eyes firmly. There was a half sob, as if this sentimentalist, this Señor Don't Care, had wrung determination from a precipice edge, even as Mary Ewold had. He gripped his father's hands strongly and lifted them on a level with his breast. "You have been very fine, father! I want you to be patient and go on helping me.

"Oh, come in and hear it, Miss Ewold! It's the best one yet!" cried Belvedere Smith. "And and " "And and " began the chorus. Mary went to the hedge. She dropped the glass of jelly on the thick carpet of the privet. "I have just brought my gift. I'll leave it here. Belvy will bring it when the story is over. I am glad you are recovering so rapidly." "And and " insisted the chorus.

And me a second in a regular duel! Well, I'll be but it ain't no regular duel. One of 'em is going to drop that is, the tenderfoot is. I don't just know how to line him up. He beats me!" It was the supreme moment of night before dawn. A violet mist shrouded everything. The clamminess of the dew touched Mary's forehead and her hand brushed the moisture-laden hedge as she left the Ewold yard.