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loves country life because she’s young and grow- 
ing; but there’s a subconscious sense which tells 
her that she’s simply fitting herself to be carried 
off by that handsome giant, Jim Jarvis. She 
doesn’t know it, but it’s the truth all the same, 
and it will come as sure as tide; and when it 
does come, her life will be run into other moulds 
than we have made, no matter how carefully.” 
« T wonder where this modern Hercules is most 
vulnerable. Ill slay him if I find him mousing 
around my Jane.” 
«You will slay nothing, Mr. Headman, and 
you know it; you will just take what’s coming 
to you, as others have done since the world was 
young.” , 
«Well, I give fair warning; it’s ‘hands off 
_ Jane,’ for lo, these many years, or some one will 
be brewing ‘harm tea’ for himself.” 
«“ You bark so loud no one will believe you can 
bite,” said this saucy, match-making mother. 
«How about Jack?” said I. “Have you set- 
tled the moulds he is to be run in?” 
“Not entirely; but I am not as one without 
hope. Jack will be through college in June, and 
will go abroad with us for July and August; he 
will be as busy as possible with the miners from the 
- moment he comes back; he is much in love with 
_ Jessie, the Gordon’s have no other child, the 
_ property is large, Homestead Farm is only three 
miles, and —” 
“Slow up, Polly! Slow up! Your main line 
