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orous with their new-born sweetness, and he could not refuse. The master listened to the shepherd's long-windedness patiently.
''An' so, zur," finished Old Luke, humbly, " 'tis a better bargain f'r 'ee. I be but a poor twauking body, what wi' my rheumatiz an' years, an' Thomas ha'e strength, an' youth, an' spirit. Take 'en in my stead, please 'ee, Muster Kedgers, please 'ee. ' '
grew steadily unkinder as the newness wore from his marriage vows. Old Luke's heart was empty of dreaming nowadays. He pottered drearily, like an old ghost, about the downs, and always the sad refrain of his thoughts followed him: ''I was af eared — af eared ! ' '
At last, one day, the blow that had been hovering over the cottage fell sickeningly. Thomas tramped in from
OLD LUKE GIVES THE BRIDE HIS LIFE S SAVINGS
No one could guess the wounded pride that underlay the words, the effort each cost. The matter was soon settled, and the old man and the young one turned back home, the one sulkily to his new and distasteful labor, the other to a gray and empty nothingness stretching before his patient old eyes as far as he could see.
But the bitterest was to come. To sit, silent, in his forgotten corner and watch the pink drain slowly away from his lass's cheeks, the light from her eyes — to hear his son-in-law's surly tones, his unkind words, that
the sheep-fold, hot and hungry, his muck-stained boots wreaking havoc among the careful ranks of Canterbury-bells and larkspur in the garden, and found dinner late.
' ' I 've been 'avin ' a fair leery spell, Tom, " cried Ellen, pleadingly, shrivelling under the man's black looks, '* 'Ee knaow how 'tis, bye — I ban't so strong-like these days. Sit doon theer, an' I'll ha'e the meat afore 'ee in the wink 0 ' a cock 's 'een. ' '
Thomas brought his fist down on the deal-table with a crash like domestic peace breaking. His heavy, hand