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He remembered the name Lesbis
Tresham. He knew that she lived
"down Hamilton way." Hamilton
was 50 miles distant, far enough
away to serve as a trial point for
work without intruding gossips dish
ing out his erstwhile "foolishness."
"I'll try Hamilton, anyway," decid
ed Mark and hitherward bent his way.
"Why, I'm getting looney, I do be
lieve!" he added with a faint smile.
"I can't get this Miss Tresham out of
my mitid. You'd think I was some
love-lorn simpleton dntiner over a
sweetheart, the way I keep feeling
somehow, as, if being a friend to all
humanity, as they say she is, she must
be a friend to me."
Mark was not analyst enough to
comprehend that the thought of Miss
Tresham stayed because he had no
settled plans in his mind, and one def
inite point focused it and held it
At all events Mark reached Hamil
ton. Then rather sheepishly, though
cautiously, he began to make Inquir
ies concerning Miss Tresham. It was
pleasing entertainment to have sdme
object in view. He learned that she
had the life tenure of a house and
a little patch of ground on the edge
of the town. This Mark located. Its
owner he had heard a dozen times
had impoverished herself with her ill
advised generosity. Mark noticed a
woman in a sunbonnet trimming
some rose bushes. He trembled, and
he flushed, too, as he entered the gar
den and approached her.
"Miss Tresham ?" he inquired
stumbling, "I I "
There he paused. There was turn
ed towards him the sweet lovely face
that the sunbonnet had hidden. Fa
thomless eyes looked into his own
kindly, encouragingly, true blue eyes,
the expression of which he never for
got She smiTed indulgently as he
"I am a poor man, no work. I un
derstand gardening. There's that lit
tle patch behind the house potatoes,
peas, winter's vegetables. I I ,
would work for board and lodging."
"Why, you are welcome to that
much, if yoii need it," spoke the lady
brightly. "There is a very comfort
able furnished room over the stable
and as to the meals they are plain.
"I'm a plain man," answered MarK
eagerly and unmistakably.
So it was arranged. "Snuggled right
down into a nest of rare comfort,"
Mark put it He loved his work. He
loved his pretty quarters over the
stable. Alas! he finally thought of
tearing himself away, for he loved
Miss Tresham, too!
As to the lady, she discovered
traits in his character that soon in
terested her. Qne day she came
across him tenderly restoring a
wounded robin to its nest Then she
learned of his sitting up all night with
the dying head of a poor family in
town. Then she found who he"really
was. The hero! the first man she
had yet met who, sharing her love
for fellow human creatures, had de
voted his life and his fortune towards t
doing them good!
At the end of a month, one lovely
afternoon,. Mark Paxton, grave of
face but with set resolute lips, came
to her as she sat on the porch sew
ing. "Miss Tresham," he said, "I am go
She regarded him sadly. She flushed
as she met his steady glance. Then
she said softly:
"Yes, I think it is better that you;
What was in he read in her words
and manner that thrilled him!
"We are so poor," she quavered,
and bent her face to conceal the
tears. "You cannot accept any more
burdens, but you are the grandest
man I ever knew!"
She grasped both of his hand3
warmly. He saw lovelight brimming
over in those lovely eyes and under
stood. She ran into the house, cry
"Hello, I've found you!" shouted &
sudden voice, and in amazement
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