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1‘, I'lianI '{Ne of t6â€"day can h5Â¥5hutajainfi idea. of that wonderiul and luxun: ant carpet Over which he trod. The fair‘ yellow corn now stands étraight and tall over those solitudes. The broad dyke cut; deep in'the brown is new straightly cleaves the fem ;--’still bealutiful and rich in life, but chaqged ior ever from its ancient '7 magxc. ‘ There is a. wonderful steadfast courage about men of Hyl_a.’s breed. Even_ though the object they pur- sue has lost its value, they go on in a. dogged relentless “following up” from which nothing can turn them. For two hours or more he mourned and-thought of old times, gazing in a. kind of strange won- der at. the silent carpet; of grass. The shrewd weather-worn face, the twinkling eager eyes, ,the nasal drawl which so glibly offered up petitions to heaven, all came bani: to him with a, singular vividrness. He was surprised to find how ac- tual and clear his friend’s person. .nlity was to him. It almost fright- ened him. He glanoed round once or twice uneasily. Ceraic seemed When one has héard bells tolling for a. long time, and suddenly they .stop, the brain is still conscious of the regular lin-lanâ€"lone. Little tufts of pale seaâ€"lavender nestled among the. long leaves of the marsh zostera, plump, rank, and full of moisture. The fox-tail grass éfidfihg‘cajt’s-tail grass flourished evé‘r‘ywherga‘ , . -\_, L,,A, , 2,3“; so real and near, an unseen part- ner m the mlence-. ' . While this psychic influencé edâ€" died round him. and the kindly old face, ploughed deep with toil and sorrow, was still a, veritable posâ€" session of his brain, there was a certain comfort. _ As it began to fade, as day from the sky, his loneliness came upon him like death. The real agony of his loss began, and it tortured him until 'he could feel no more. Pain is its own anodyne» in the_ end. But we know nothing of this poor brother, if not that in him was a sound piece of manhood, hardened, tempered, and strong. His soul was sweet and healthy, his rough-built body proud of blood and power- ful.’ He must go on and fear no- thing. ' Once-more he must rise from his fall and try fortune with a stout sad heart, proving his own Godhead and the glory of his will. over which Fate could have no lordship. It began to be late afternoon, as Hylg. made a slow and diflicult pro- gress." He had got round the swamp, and ‘pushed (in over the fen, Sometimes he waded through stagnant pools fringed with rushes and covered with brilliant copperâ€" eolored water plants. Once, push- ing his pole before him, he swam Over a. wide black pond in which the sun‘ was mirrored all blood red. Often he broke his way through forests of reeds which spiked up far above his head. Everywhere before him the creatures of the fen rap trembling. In this only, as the poet sang, are men akin to gods, and in all life there is no glory’ like the “g_lpry of going on.’_’ Sometimesfthe firmer ground he came to was as brunant an old carpets from the house of an East» ,ern klng. The yellow broom moiss was maturing, and bright chestnut- ‘colore‘d capsules curved.among it. The wim thyme crisped under his feet. The :fairy down of the cotton grass floated round them. The Cordage Vof his brave,heart was so racked and strained by all he had endured that its capacity for sensation was over. So he mourned Cerdic dead no longer, his heart was dead. Then did Hyla the invincible, rise from theground to breast circum- stanceâ€"to seek his La-tium once more. He fell to eating cold roast fish. When he set out again, he had to make a long detour. The sound- ing pole still remained to him, and he probed every step as he slowly skirted the treacherous green. It was characteristic of him that as he left the fatal spot where the dead Cerdic lay deep down in the mud he never looked round or “gazed sadly at the place. He had no thought of sentimental leave: taking, no little poetic luxury of grief moved -him.- It were an ac- tion for a, slighter brain than this. FREEDOM AT LAST LHAPTER XIII. History of a Man Who Lived in Misery and Torture By night the lone sprlnes of the marsh with their ghostly lamps flit disconsolate, for; the hand of man has come and tamed that teeming wilderness which was once so strange and alien from Man. Man was not wanted there in those old days, and the cruel swamps claim- ed a. life-sacrifice as the price of their invasion. ‘ ‘EfiTd-lmaatign-with up“; un_ x“..~...... _..A ~w10bv’ til day -should break again he must remain where he was. He had Hyla’s «hard brown feet were all stained by the living cappet on which they walked. His advancing tread broke down the great vivid crimson balls of the agaricus fun: gus, and split its fat milk-white stem into creamy flakes. The crim- son poison painted his instep, and the bright orange chanterelle ming- led its harmless juice with that of its deadly cousin. His ankles were powdered with the dull pinkâ€"white of the hydnum, that strong mush- room on which they say the hedge- hog feeds greedin at midnight, the tiny fruit of the “witche‘s’ butter” crumbled at his touch. Over all, the fierce‘dragonâ€"fly swung its mailed body, the Geoffm'l of the fen insects. The light and shadow sweeping over the wheat in its ordered plant- ing are beautiful, but; Hyla, saw with his steadfast, regardless eyes more natural beauties than we can ever see again. ‘He sat on a, mound formed by a, great log and the debris of a. mass of decayed roots, the whole damp and cold as a fish’s belly, and cover- ed with living and slimy moss. His feet were buried in the brown water._ In every clump that fringed the pool, he came suddenly upon some old pike basking in the sun, like a mitred bishop in his green and gold. The green water flags tremb- led as he sunk away. Resolute», though. wearied and faint, firm in resolve, though with a bitter loneliness at his heart Hyla, plunged on through the twiâ€" light. For some little time the ground had been much firmer and a, little raised above the level of the fen, but as day was dyin§\he found he had entered upon a long and gradual slope, and that once more it behoved him to walk with infin- ite care. Old rotting tree-trunks croppéd up here and there, relics of some vast, ancient forest, which, ming- ling. with rotting vegetation'of all kinds, sent up a smell of decay in his nostrils. At every step he sank up to his knees, and brown water, the 0color of brandy, plashed up to his waist. Then as he ploughed on he saw a. sight at which even his stout heart failed him. His long struggle seemed suddenly all in vain. Right before him was a wide creek or arm of the lake, two hundred yards from reeds to reedy shore, entirely barring the way. Too far “for him to swim, all dead-weary as he was‘ mysterious and ugly in the faint light, it gave him over utterly to despair. It; ‘began to be. cold, and the chil- ly marish-vapor crept into his bones and ,turned the marrow of them to ice. 'l'he herons paddled 1n the shab- low pools, and tossed the little sil- ver fish from them to each other, the coldâ€"eyed hawk dropped him a shooting star, and foughtthe stoat for his newâ€"killed prey. The shadows lengthened and lay in patches over the wild world of water. The blue mists began to rise from a. hundred pools, and the bats to flicker through them. The sunlight faded mpidly away, the would became greyish ochre color then grey, wsoft cobweb grey, through which fell the booting of an owl, and the last call of a plo- ver. ‘ He seemed to’have arrived at a, more desolate evil part of the ions than before. The approaching night made his progress more and more difiicult. It was here that the night herons had their nests andr'breed- ing-places, inaccessible to men. The ground was bespattered with their excrements, and withfeather‘s, b'roâ€" ken egg-shells, old nests, and halfâ€" eaten fish covered with yellow flies. «Shiloh Cam \ulckly task {:0} iiifcuresvcolvd’siheavla' In throat and Inn 3. - - - 25 cents. It was now too dark to mqye in no more food of any kind, and was absolutely exhausted. So he moaned a. little prayer, more; from habit than from any comfort in the act, and stretching himself over the damp moss fell into a. fitful sleep. He dreamed he was back at; the Priory, and heard in his dreaming the” distant sound of the monks singing prayers. ' ' It was a picture of his own life, this sorry endyto all ;his day’s en- deavor. It fore-shadowed his ('33.- reer, so rapidly darkening down inâ€" to death. His life-path, trod‘with such bitterness, growing ever more devious and painful, while the ignes fatui of nope danced round its closing ‘ miles ! For a momer.‘ let us_look into this .so seemingâ€"piteous a. one of ours, on winch soon the 1ron cur- tain is resonantly to fall. If; is a. hard, étern story mm or our poor serf. The rebel lifted his hand against an established force. For that he perished in bitter ag- ony. ’ But, going so soon to his death, he shows us a, Man in spite of all his woes. énd we can be up lifted in contemplating that. It is Hyla’s message to us no less than gqlilis scarred brethren on the castle 1 . The Lord of Hilgay could maim and kill his body, but the Manhood in him was a flame unquenchablea and burnt a mark upon his age. The clash of his battle ‘ rings' through centuries. ' ' His doings sowed a seed, and we ourselves sit toâ€"day in that great blood-nourished tree of Freedom which sprang therefrom. ' The stars that night» were singu- larly bright. and vivid. 'The sky was powdered with a dust of wlight, among which the greater stars burned like lamps. Below that glorious canopy Hyla lay in an uneasy sleep. Every now and then he awoke, chilled to the bone. Though the stars were all so clear and bright they seemed very remote from this world and all its business, ,as he looked up with starâ€" ing, miserable eyes. Hyla believed, as little children in b‘pam are taught to this day, ‘that the stars were but chinks, holes, and gapsin the floor of heave‘jw itself. He though their bright ibe light but an overflow of the great white ra~ diance of God’s Home. It was nearing dawn, though the sun had ‘not yet, risen,“when he thought he saw a red flicker in. the mist which lay over the lagoon. It He was lying but a. few yards from the edge of the broad pool which barred his progress, and as the hours wore on and the stars paled, the blackness of the water became grey and tremulous. That comfor_ted him but little as he lay cold and hungry in the swamp. Indeed it. was easier to pray in the day-time, when even a hint of heaven Was absent. The enormous radiance was so remote in its splendor. It accentuated his for- lorn and forgotten state.- CHAPTER XIV. 1“ your Stwbla interior la a: mood, you’ll do well to tear down those old, unsightly ‘stalls and mannersâ€"and Ibule new ends of Concrete. In fact, the entire Stableâ€"inside and ventâ€"- Would be built of Concrete. This is t‘he modern materialâ€"1t has the merits of sightliness. endurance, and economy -â€"~a.nd is sanitary. The farmer himself can, by its use, make many little improvements that, with any other material. would require the employment of skilled labor. Which of These Pictures Best Represents Your Stable ? :‘What the Farmer Can Do With Concr‘cte” Barns Churn. ‘ Dalriec 5'99"“! Tank: Foundation! Fence Posts FQWIM Floor- Guttcro ' 39.35 National Bank minding - . :MON'rnEAL Tafla you how to 'use‘ concrqtp In conntructlng: no A 0 1: Tank! iatlonl‘ Post. :9 Floor- .. v Hens' Nest: Hitchlng Push Horu Block. House: _ Poultry Home. Root Collar- snoa Shelter Wall: Stable. Stairs ‘ suns steps Tank- Trough. Walks. Well Ourblv Etc.. “a, 0:6. Canaqu Cement Co., Limth Was tab ‘ruddy and fulIâ€"Eolored for a, marsh light, and his hopes léapt up,.ha1f doubting, qt tye‘sgght. 1p .u.’ “"7, , , a. moment or two, the lighfi becam'e plainer, and he knew he was not deceived.‘ The thing was real. It; advanced towards him, and seem- ed like a. torch. He sent a. husky shout out over the wafer. " Whether the fight heâ€" tokened advance of friend or foe he did not; know or care. No answer mime to his call, but he saw the red light become sta» tionary immediately, and cease to flicker. He shouted again louder than be- fore, standing up on the rqtting log, and filling his lungs with air. An answering Voice came out of the mist at thfis, and, the light moved again. And now the grey waste began to tremble with light: The sun was rising, and at the first hint of his approach, the mists began to sway and dissolve. Coming straight, towards the bank, Hyla. saw a. fen punt urged by a tall, thin man dressed in skine like a serf. He used the long pole with skill, and seemed thoroughly at home in me management of his boat. , I ~ About six‘yards from the shore, he dug his pole deep down and checked the motion of the punt. Kyla. waded down among the mud as far as was safe, and hailed him. “For the love of God, sir,” he said,‘ “take me from this swamp.” “I am starving for food,” said Hyla, “and like to die in the marsh an you do not take me in your boat. I am of Icomb, thrall to the Prior Sir Richard. The Lord of Hilgay’s men took me and another who lies dead in the swamp. They were upon the big lake when the boat upset, and all were drowned ,save one. He has got him back to the castle, and I am journeyihg to Icomb, if perchanoe' I may come there safely.” The stranger regarded him fixedly for a. moment, without answering. Then he spoke in a. slow,_delibqrate, but resonant voice. “Who are you? How have you come here in This waste? 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In this book you’ll find complete 1 tions for the construction of almost thing you can think of, in the way 0 buildings, floors. vats, troughs, etc., etc‘ the tall man, “andl will presently, ask you more of them. Now heap ken. I am not one of those who give, taking nothing In return. Ll will take you safe back to the F3: thers, and feed you with food. But. for three days you must labor for} me in work that waits to be done in my field. .I need a. {nan’s arm.” With thafi he loosenéd thé drip-y ping pole, drove it again into the water, and the nose of the punt‘ gliged Vupyto Hyla. 7 g 7 He clafnboredi carefully onboard and_ sat} drippipgt r = “I have no food here,” said the main, “for 1_ llve hard by, and ma but come out to look at some fines 1 set down overnight, but we shall soon be there.” As he spoke he was poling vigor- ously, and they were already half way over the pool. "So be it]? said the tall man with great promptn'ess. “You shall work for a week, and, then, I will take you to Icorpb.” . ‘nn ‘ .* "‘For a week. If by that you will save me from this.” As they neared the opposite shore Hyla saw the reeds grew to a great height above them, forming a thick screen with apparently an unbroken face. But he knew that suddenly they would come upon an opening which would be quite imperceptible to the ordinary eye, and so it prom “What made you so late?” “I met Jinx.” “Well, that’s no reason why you should be an hour late get- ting home to supper.” “I know, but I asked him how he was feel- ing, .and the fool insisted on telling ' “The doctor said that Bill wan drunk when we took the'poor fel- low to have his head attended to last night after) he fell.” “Doctor never said'anything oi the kind! ’ \ x ‘ “Didn’t I hear him? 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