THE STItIKE AT SHANE'S. 6^ 



"Yes ; but I do understand them, papa. I'm seven- • 

 teen, and I know that you have been wearing out your 

 life trying to lay by money and buy more land. It 

 isn't making us any happier, but instead it is making 

 you and all of us unhappy ; and papa you are not so 

 kind as you used to be. You don't love us like you 

 did when I was a little girl." 



"Not love you, Edie? why, of course I do. It is 

 for you I am trying to save up money. What better 

 proof do you want of my love ? " 



"Why, I want a little of this kind of love," and she 

 drew his arm around her neck and kissed him for the 

 first time in years. 



This was a new experience for John Shane. The 

 sunlight of such love had not penetrated the dusty 

 recesses of his heart for years, and the dust would 

 have to be cleared away before its genial warmth could 

 reach his soul. 



"You are a good daughter, Edie; but you do not 

 understand how necessary it is to have money to get 

 along in the world." 



"Oh! yes I do, i^apa ; but I know that money 

 alone will not bring happiness. Let us be happy and 

 not worry about money." 



"But how can we live without money, child?'* 



"Why, you dear old papa, I know you have money 

 enough in the bank to live on for a year if we didn't 

 raise any crops at all." 



" And what would you do when that was gone?" 



"Why, then you \^ill be well, and the horses will be 



