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Neither could speak, but they looked towards each other an unutterable tenderness. At length, controlling the tide of feeling, Mr. Hardwick said, "D-don't be cast down, Mark; these tears are not b-bitter, but f-full of joy. Th-there, now, go and kiss your sister and Lizzie."

"A-a-afraid nothin'," and Stutter's freckled face became instantly as rosy as his admired hair, "b-but I t-tell ye, miss, it's a-a-all d-dirt down th-there, an' not f-f-fit fer no lady ter t-t-traipse round in." The temptress, never once doubting her power, smiled most bewitchingly, her hands eloquent. "You vas good boy, just like I tink; I wear dis ol' coat see; an' den I turn up de skirt, so.

Man! you look as if you'd seen a ghost!" Then his own face blanched, as the shivering George bubbled incoherently, "B-b-body! b-b-body! My God, Yorkey! th-there's a s-s-stiff d-down th-there! Ugh! I d-d-dived right onto it!" For a brief space they remained staring at each other; then, a strange light of understanding broke over Yorke's face, and he made a snatch at Redmond's clothes.

"How can I tell," said Anthony, "that all this is true?" The man with an impatient movement unfastened his shirt at the neck and drew up on a string that was round his neck a little leather case. "Th-there, sir," he stammered, drawing the string over his head. "T-take that to the fire and see what it is."

"W-wait a m-minute!" he chattered. "D-don't j-jump I'm coming up th-there!" Trembling all over, Madden gained the barrel and stepped through a niche in its side. He stared through the brilliant, hot colors, but no rushing horde of monsters met his eyes. "Which way?" he asked breathlessly. Caradoc looked around at him in uncomprehending misery. There was just room for the two in the barrel.

Anthony took it curiously, and holding it close to the fire drew off the little case; there was the wax medal stamped with the lamb, called Agnus Dei. "Th-there," cried the man from the bed, "now I have p-put myself in your hands and if more is w-wanted " and as Anthony came back holding the medal, the man fumbled beneath the pillow and drew out a rosary. "N-now, sir, do you believe me?"

The newcomer drew himself up haughtily, and his small mustache seemed to shed sparks of indignation. Abe stopped short in hurt astonishment. "Is th-there a-anything the matter?" he faltered. "Is there anything the matter!" Mr. Hahn roared. "Is there anything the matter! That's a fine question for you to ask." "W-w-why?" Abe stuttered. "Ain't everything all right?" Mr.

The fisher paid no attention to the remark, but continued to cast a little lower down stream each time. "You're gettin' near the bit now," said Junkie, in the tone of one whose expectations are awakened. "Th-there! That's him!" "Ay, and a good one, too," exclaimed Jackman, as a fan-like tail disappeared with a heavy splash. Again the fisher cast, with the same result.

"He's only playin' wi' the fly," said Junkie in a tone of disappointment. "That's often the way no! th-there! Got 'im!" The rod bent like a hoop at that moment; the reel spun round to its own merry music, as the line flew out, and the fish finished its first wild rush with a leap of three feet into the air.

"Well," he began again, "you s-see, we were all going to B-Big D- Duck for a month, an' F-Father said oh! our name is K-K-Kidd, you know, the K-Kidd kids, th-there! everybody has to spring that old chestnut about us, because they think it's f-funny. It's so old it's m-m-mouldy, but we might as well s-say it and g-g-get it over with!