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This young fellow was clean, honest, and there was no doubt of his deep sincerity. He had told Pearl she must forget him. He had tried to mean it, and here it was here was the very situation he said he hoped for. He would play up he could make himself do what was right, no matter how he felt. He heard himself say mechanically: "There is no reason, Mr. Neelands; Pearl is free to decide.
Neelands elaborated. Then Bertie, always anxious to be helpful and to do a good deed, leapt to the door, almost upsetting Mr. Neelands in his haste. Bertie had an idea! Mr. Neelands did not connect his sudden departure with his recent scheme of enriching the life of the country districts with the set of books just mentioned, and therefore waited rather impatiently for the stableboy's return.
"We are gathered here today." she declaimed, "to take part in a ceremonial, whose import we cannot even remotely guess! Whose full significance will be revealed, not in your time or mine, but to the generations yet unborn!" Peter Neelands gave a shout of recognition! Mr. Driggs felt a strong hand on his arm. George Steadman whispered hoarsely. "Come away, Driggs. That girl frightens me.
When Peter J. Neelands returned to the city, he sought an interview with his Chief. It was a bold stroke, Mr. Neelands knew, but the circumstances warranted it. He must lay the matter before his superior officer; as a loyal member of the party, he must bring in a warning. He must make the Government understand. The old leader was one of the most approachable of men, genial, kindly, friendly.
"People have to learn to do as they're told when I'm round. No one can defy me I'll tell you that. Every one knows me I can be led, but I cant be driven." Peter Neelands had the most uncomfortable feeling he had ever known.
Neelands as he walked filed away tidily in his mind the information received. There were valuable clues contained in the stable-boy's chatter, Which he would tabulate, regarding the lady of his quest. She was popular, approachable, gifted with a sense of humor, and perhaps disappointed in love. No clue was too small to be overlooked and so, feeling himself one of the most deadly of sleuths, Mr.
He asked the doctor if he might smoke, and was given permission. "I am going to talk to you in confidence, Doctor Clay," he said, nervously. "I guess you're used to that." The doctor nodded encouragingly: "That's what doctors are for. Go right on, Mr. Neelands." "The fact of the matter is I'm in love," said Peter, taking the head plunge first. "O that's nothing," said the doctor.
Mr. Neelands would have been well pleased if they had fallen on him, or a horse had kicked him or anything. He blushed a ripe tomato red. Bertie, deeply grieved, reviewed the situation. "He said he wanted to see the teachers, and I just went and got you that's all you were the nearest teacher." "Awfully sorry," began Mr. Neelands, "I did not know anything about it.
Where did you come from, anyway?" Mrs. Paine looked appealingly at him: "Let him get his breath, can't you, see, he is all in," she said quietly, "he'll tell you, when he can speak." In a couple of hours, Peter Neelands, draped in a gray blanket, sat beside the fire, while his clothes were being dried, and rejoiced over the fact that he was alive.
Neelands, considering the delicate nature of the task he was undertaking, and who was paying for it. The spring, notwithstanding its early March smiles, delayed its coming that year, and the grim facts of the scarcity of feed faced the thriftiest farmers. The hungry cattle grew hungrier than ever, and with threatening bellows and eyes of flame pushed and crowded around the diminishing stacks.
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