* = progress he had made. 'one paper which he wished to see, and ore FFF FFE ofa Dias NN Na Na FE ae SYNOPSIS. Motherless Jill Merridew becomes, on the death of her father, owner of a con- siderable farm. She decides to take her father's place. She counts on Mark Han- son, the head man, to assist her. A well dressed young stranger wmaies his ap- pearance and questions Mark about Jill. Mark resents his impertinence and Jill later reprimands Mark for his rudeness. The stranger calls late in the evening. Jill decides to see him. He tells her he knew her father. CHAPTER II.--(Contd.) "Be that as it may," replied Bar- bour, "I am telling you how I came to kaow of your father. I also learnt that he made a special study of cer- tain branches of farming, and was known as an authority--at least so my friend said." "You seem to know more about my father than I do myself," said Jill. She had maintained a frigid atti- de somewhat agains: her instinct. She had begun to like Barbour, and felt that they had something in com- mon. "But tell me now just what it is that you want." "Well, I really wanted your permis- sion to Took through some of the pap- ers and documents concerning this place and your request, but I assure you, Miss Merridew, that I am only asking a permission which I have generally found readily granted else- where. These old histories should never be suppressed. Don't you agree?" "To a certain extent," agreed Jill. » "Quite," said Barbour, "and I um s.re you would be pleased to have; what information I might discover. I take it that you have been through everything yourself?" "Everything?" laughed Jill. "Why ic would take me ages; you have no idea what jumbles of papers there are in this old place." "Ah," exclaimed Barbour, "then there is all the more possibility of my discovering gems of family history for the banefit of yourself and all interest- ed in these things. It is too late now for me to expect to be shown anything tonight?" Jill glanced at one of the two grand- father clocks in the.ro ym. It was not late hut she replied, "I'm afraid it is. 'And anyhow, I don't think I have yet said that I am going to let you see any papers." Something in her mind, a kind of native caution told her that there was "more in Barbour's request than ap- peared on the surface. Barbour, how- ever, was inwardly pleased with the There was he had every reason to think it was among old Jasper Merridew's docu- ments. He must not, he told himself, be precipitate. "Very well, Miss Merridcw," he said quietly, "I will not trouble you fur- ther." "Thank you," answered Jill, not too pleased with his sudden telinguish- ment of his request. She felt that, having got to know Barbour better, she might enjoy further conversation on other topics. Her rural loneliness appeared vividly to her in the presence of another intellect. Barbour's eyes had strayed to an old painting on the wall, depicting coat-of-arms. "Your family asked. "Yes, one of them," replied Jill. "Why, have you two?" "We may have ten for all I know," gaid Jill, "but that is the one we have always regarded as our family's. I unearthed another one shortly after ny father's death, tooled on a piece of leather evidently the back of a book." "And what makes you think it is co .nected with your family?" Barbour asked. "Because there are two spearheads in the corner like those on that paint- ing on the wall." This mention of another coat-of- arms Barbour regarded as providential, He was not actually interested in her- aldry but had acquired a superficial 1owledge of it for a purpose of his coat-of-arms?" he own. "That's very interesting," he said. "No doubt you would like to know nore about it. If so, my services are at your disposal. If you will permit me to take a few details of it I will Yook it up at the College of Heralds and see what I can make of it." Barbour was fortunate in knowing a dissolute antique dealer in London who had once made a study of herald- ry. For a few shillings he could get a more or less expert opinion, so that his offer to Jill was not entirely an empty one. \ Jill of the Fields A ROMANCE By Kefinaway James OV AV AN Voor s. SV OV AV FEES Jill was only mildly curious about the coat-of-arms but she felt willing to let him make enquiries. - Subcon- sciously she wished to see Barbour again, "That is very kind of you," "I shall be very interested." "The kindness is all on your side," responded Barbour, "but I must not trouble you more tonight. Perhaps you will allow me to call again during the next few days?" Jill .as in truth tired, for the day Lad provided her with unaccustomed excitement. She was, but she did not know it, suffering some reaction after her quarrel with Mark. Therefore, she was glad for Barbour to go now that she was tolerably certain to see him again. After she had bade her visitor good- night, Jill returned to the room in which the conversation had taken place. A sudden feeling of weariness came over her. Raising her arms high above her head she stretched her young body as though -awaiting a yawn which did not come. A sculptor, had he seen her at that moment would hae found inspiration. Jill awoke next morning to hear a pitiless rain beating upon her window. It was six o'clock, her usual time for rising. Already she could hear the bustle of the farm beginning--the heavy clatter of men'§ boots in the cobbled farmyard, the melodious clang- ing of milk pails, scraps of jocular conersation, and, among it all, the voice of Mark Hanson. Jill began to dress forthwith. She was not eager to meet Mark, but it Lad to be faced and she decided to face it at once. She tried to plan what she should say to him, but eventually re- solved to leave it to the guidance of her feelings at the moment. Dressed, she went to the window, from which she had watfhed the cider-making, as was her wont each day, to see that all went well. She caught sight of the hatless figure of Mark just as he looked up at the win- dow. He gave her a serious gesture of recognition as he disappeared into one of the cow houses. Jill laughed to herself, though she did not know quite why. Going downstairs; sh» partook of her "first breakfast," which consisted of a thick slice of bread and butter, each made on the farm, and tea. The men, or those of them who lived there, or took meals there, had already break- fasted in the big kitchen at the rear of the farm. As is freqient in manor- ial farms, there was a special wing devoted to the farm hands, and some half dozen, unmarried, lived on the premises. A second breakfast, consisting more often than not of cold fat bacon, home- cured and uncommonly good, would be served at nine o'clock. Presently Jill went into the farm- yard where the cider-making was again in progress. Hanson oer to her. she said, She called Mark ! "We'll have our own cider-press next | year, with luck," she said. "I hope so, Miss," replied Mark in 'a subdued tone. Jill did not fail to note the omission of her Christian-name when he spoke. For a moment they stood there, each lookTng into the other's face, each wondering what would be the next m ve. It was Jill who spoke first. "Hanson, I want to thank you for what you did last night," she said. "I was a fool to try to get Billy Wil- liam into his pen, becaus: I know you are the only man who can manage him." "It was nothing, Miss," replied Mark, "It was just lucky that I came | along at the right time." "I don't know that there was so much luck about it," said Jill," "I have a suspicion that you came along on purpose. And for goodness sake stop calling me Miss. Now'tell me hon- e: ..y, didn't you come specially to see that Billy William didn't hurt me?" "Well, it did occur to me that you might -be having difficulty and--" "There, I knew it, and I want to say thank you again, And I want also to say that I did not mean to be so horrid to you yesterday; but, you see, d ni i it now sent a thrill coursing through him, His serious face relaxed into a smile as he left her t return to his work. Jill saw it and was satisfied. She had used the name for a dual purpose. She was so reliant on Mark that the | thought of running the farm without him appalled her. She had sense enough to knows that in spite of all her businesslike ways, it was Mark who was really in charge. When he came to her with a suggestion, and she approved in a semi-regal manner, and possibly took the credit for it later on, she knew exactly where the credit lay. Her second purpose was a more sen- timental one. She had grown to like Mark for! He had a humor which she] himself. could appreciate, though she had not encountered much of it lately, the rea- son being, had she known it, that Mark had come to be depressed in her presence owing to a sense of the fu- tility of his lov2 for her. His self- reliance, too, was a thing she ad- mired, and he was good to look upon. Often she would watch him -at some strenuous work and compare him with the comparatively aenemic men she had met during her onetime Visits to London. (To be continued.) ey 'e' Yale Displays Rare Elizagethan Documents New Haven, Conn.--The Sterling Memorial Library at Yale University has just opened an exhibition com- memorating the 400th anniversary of the birth of Queen Elizabeth. In addi- tion to the few works of Shakespeare printed during her lifetime, the Yale library is showing five cases of items which are devoted to the Queen her- self. One group is made up of the Queen's own literary accomplishments, most of which remained unpublished until the last century. There is a facsimile of the manuscript of her early transla- tion of Queen Margaret of Navarre's poem; "Miroir de l'ame pecheresse," done by the Princess in 1544 for her French tutor, John Belmain, Fifty years later, in the exciting 1590's Eli- zabeth again set about translating --this time Boethius, Plutarch and Horace. Included in the exhibition is a re- production of her household accounts during her residence at Hatfield from October, 1551, to September, 1552, and John Foxe's account of the princess's miraculous preservation. Elizabeth's letters to James I. and others, print- ed in early memoirs, are represented. Showing her social life are reprints of two entertainments devised for her, as well as the unique copy of "The quenes maiesties. passage through the cite of London to West- minister, the days before her corona- tion," published in London in 1558, from the Elizabethan Club. Two edi- tions are shown of her famous speech to her last Parliament, November 30, 1601. Finally, beside a contemporary engraving of Elizabeth lying in state, is a copy of the memorial verses writ- ten at the time of her death by 189 members of the University of Oxford. The Elizabethan Club has one of the most important collections of Elizabethan literature outside of Eng- land, including Shakespeare quartos and folios. Pluck When things are running crosswise and the engine's out of gear. When the road is rough and rocky and the sky is far from clear, When you're plainly up against it and you're surely out of luck. That's the time to use your courage and to show your stock of pluck, Most anyone can travel on a road that is smooth and clear, And anyone can get there if he only has to steer, But when the motor"s balky and you're running in the muck, i If you're ever going to get there you { { i I was annoyed that you should have! been so--so rude--to a stranger with- | in our gate, especially when he showed | that he knew son.ething of my father. | 1* was because of that that I wished you to find him. See?" "I see," said Mark, "and I'm sorry I was unable to find him for you." "All right, then," said Jill, "we will say no more about it, Mark." Never before had Jill addressed him by his Christian name, and her use of must call upen your pluck, There's no thrill in easy sailing when the skies are clear and blue, There's no joy in merely doing things which anyone can do. But there is some satisfaction that is mighty sweet to take When you reach a-destination that you thought you'd never make, So when everything's against you and your plans are going wrong, Just face the situation and keep mov- ing right along-- : Don't sit down and wail and whim- per, even though you may be stuck. You're not absolutely helpless if you: still possess your pluck. a ea x3 Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body that for a time can make flesh and nerve impregnable, and siring the sinews like steel, so that the weak Mrs, Stowe, { become so mighty.--! ORANGE PEKOE BLEND "SALAD Have You Books In Your Home? Children Who Grow Up With- out Them Miss Something That is Never Replaced It seems almost incredible that in this day and era a child could grow up without books. Yet a girl of sev- enteen sighed the other day as she said she wished she had had books when she was a little girl. It came ance for children. They were playing "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" and she did not know the story---until, of course, the play was over. This girl came of a "good" family. Her father was a lawyer and always made money. She had everything a child could wish when she was little, including a pony, and the wonder of the town, a little black and white monkey. She had more clothes than almost any other child I knew, lived in-a big house and travelled with her aunt extensively. Her mother died when she was about ten. Always Wanted Books. Perhaps this accounts for the fact that she had never been given books. And yet most children know the clas- sical fairly tales at that age. "l always wanted books--I always asked for them," she explained, "but maybe they thought I was nervous, or didn't get out enough, or something, I never owned a book of my own, except school books, until I was a great big girl." One day a woman was giving a book to a child for a birthday gift. She proudly showed the modern volume of little stories illustrated in a manner we children would have opened our eyes over when we were little had anything half so marvellous come our way. Pastels of fairyland, fit for a French boudoir! Didn't Know Cinderella. As I careullly leafed through this wonderful book she said, "Do please look at the illustration of Cinderilla." Who?" "Cinderilla! It is so absolutely lovely." "Oh, you mean Cinderella," I cor- rected, rudely. » "Is it 'Ella'?" she repeated much amused. "You know I never knew those stories as a little girl. My par- ents didn't- believe in things like that. I'm afraid I have missed some- thing." This lady has never been poor. She has had blessings that a lot of us have missed. All but one thing. The wealth of stories that we can close our eyes and live over again she will never have. She can read them now but with the shut mind of middle age. She cannot "live" them as a lit- tle child lives them and remembers. Even "Cinderella," which she must have heard hundreds of times, did not register clearly. Unbelievable, isn't it! It seems that I am sticking to fairy tales, but that is merely a co-incid- ence. Fairy tales are only a hundredth part of the wealth of reading for children. Books are eternal treasures. I should not let Christmas go by with- out them. One can pay anything from ten cents to ten dollars--they are there to fit any one's purse. Don't look upon a book as merely paper and ink. A book is a country, a continent, a world, that can never be taken away from us, even after the covers have crumpled and the printing has blur- red. "Snow White," "Cinderella," "The Sleeping Beauty," '"Alice" are as important as "Solved," "Guinev- ere," or "Isolde" and will live longer in our minds than any of the classi cal ladies of later-life reading, even the reading of the "teens." EX ad School Howlers H An acquarimun is a man who col | lects things. A cadet is a body who carries golf ! clubs. The Union Jack is flown correctly { when it is flying in the direction of | the wind. A furrier is a man who takes you across a river in a boat. ! The cause of dew is through the earth revolving on its own axis and perspiving freely. about at a "Little Theatre" perform-| TEA "Fresh from the Gardens" Winds of the Year Around our house November night The wind goes thundering by, And clouds race on before the moa. In a wild winter sky. Rudely the wind beats at our doors Exhausted from his race, And all who venture forth are caugh Fast in his wild embrace. But gentle grow his kisses when Spring haunts the woods again, He will be good, he can be good, He does not boast in vain, For sometimes on a summer night When stillness fills the sky, We'll give him open house and yet May never hear him sigh. --I. S. 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