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"There," Dolly was speaking again, and the soft cadences of her voice put his sha between the trees of the wood on the right, "you can see your partner's house from here He has had it repainted It is a beautiful old place, isn't it?"

He nodded as he surveyed the stately mansion in the distance, the white porch colu rays of the sun "It is Saunders's pride," he said "Atlanta is beco more and more distasteful to him He is never really happy anywhere but up here He yawns his head off at every party, dance, or dinner down there They all laugh at him and call him 'Farmer'"

"Well, he is that," Dolly declared "He works in the fields like a day-laborer when he is up here on a holiday"

They walked on a few paces in silence; then Dolly said: "Mr Saunders has been very kind to our club; he gave us a lot of good books; he comes to our debates sometimes and seems very much interested We all like hiislature from this county if only he would let the of a dreamer, I think," Mostyn re head on hithe cabin occupied by Tobe Barnett It was a s, the bark of which had becos were filled with dried clay It had a mud-and-stick chimney, from the cracks of which the smoke oozed It contained only one room, was roofed with crudely split boards of oak, and ithout aof any sort Outside against the wall on the right of the shutterless door was a shelf holding a battered tin water pail and a gourd

Within, as the visitors approached nearer, was heard the grinding of feet on the rough planks of the floor and the faint, tre ed, earth-stained shirt and patched pants His yellowish hair was tousled, a scant tuft of beard was on his sharp chin, and whiskers of a week's standing mottled his hollow cheeks His blue eyes peered out despondently from their shadowy sockets