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"But, Terrence, you, too, will die," Dick Forrest retorted

"But, oh, ," came the instant answer "The hours with the stars and the flowers, under the green trees with the whisperings of breezes in the grass My books, hts Beauty, music, all the solaces of all the arts What? When I fade into the dark I shall have well lived and receivedBut these twenty-acre work-aniht till dark, toil and moil, sweat on the shirts on the backs of them that dries only to crust, meat and bread in their bellies, roofs that don't leak, a brood of youngsters to live after them, to live the same beast-lives of toil, to fill their bellies with the same meat and bread, to scratch their backs with the sa only meat and bread, and, mayhap, a bit of jam"

"But somebody must do the work that enables you to loaf," Mr Wonantly

"'Tis true, 'tis sad 'tis true," Terrence replied lugubriously Then his face beaood Lord for it, for the work- beasties that drag and drive the plows up and down the fields, for the bat-eyed old, for all the stupid peasant-beasties that keep ive power to fine fellows like Dick there, who smiles on me and shares the loot with ives ed work-beasties, and a place at his fire that is builded by the sale under the madroño trees where never work intrudes itsready for bed that night He was unwontedly stirred both by the Big House and by the Little Lady as its e of the bed, half-undressed, and s her in memory, as he had seen her in the flesh the past twelve hours, in her varied uises--the woman who had talked music with hiht; who had enticed the sages into the discussion and abandoned hiuests; who had nestled in the big chair as girlish as the two girls with her; who had, with a hint of steel, quelled her husband's obstreperousness when he had threatened to sing Mountain Lad's song; who, unafraid, had bestridden the half-drowning stallion in the swi tank; and who, a few hours later, had drea roouests