He made an effort to turn towards the preacher. "Your-little-boy-looks-sick?" "The doctor says change of climate is all can save him." The father's eyes dimmed and he turned away his head. "There's plenty of climate-hereYou stay with us-the boy-will bestrong-in-no time." He bent near to the preacher. "Twould be-a-favor" he said in a low tone, and the words came stumblingly, but with intense sincerity. "The fullness-of the-earth-is the Lord's." Vaulting Ambition (Continued from Page 34.) us spoke. We went slowly around the room reviewing each of the paintings that had grown so dear to me. Then she broke the silence to explain the exuberance of joy which seemed to overflow her soul and leave her face. "Tomorrow," her words were a wonderful whisper, and a strange, fervent light in her eyes showed the tears of joy, "tomorrow three of my paintings go on exhibit at the village drug store!" 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Holding desperately to the rumble-seat -the car was exceeding all speed-limits-she sang on to the very end. The automobile took a jolting short-cut over a less traveled road. No longer singing, since to sing would be to risk biting off the end of her tongue, Aunt Fiske drew impressionistic mental pictures of a cottage, set in a garden of yellow daffodils, June roses, and tall, pink hollyhocks. "They must have hyacinths, too," she told herself; and smiled happily into the darkness. "Blue hyacinths.' An hour later, as they were passing through a small town, the car lurched to a stop. "Stripped her gears, I'll bet a hundred!" Benton exclaimed. "It's going to rain-it is raining!" Charlotte declared. "There's a house at the end of that lane. Look! I see a light. Shall we give them a chance to refuse us admission?" see you have a flash-light, Jack. They can't do more than refuse to let us in out of the wet. Come on!" They stumbled along the rough road to the rougher lane, overgrown with briers. and tangled grasses. "The dears!" whispered Aunt Fiske to herself, noting the man's tender care for the maid. "She's just as tall as his heart," she further confided to the same intimate, as she abstractedly splashed through puddles left by a previous shower. "Of all the spooky places!" she exclaimed, aloud. Benton's loud knock brought shuffling feet to the door of the little house. A round, red face, fringed by gray hair, smiled in the opening. In a voice roughened by wind and weather, the grayhaired man boomed: "Evenin'! Be you lookin' for th' parson? You took th' wrong turn. Lots of folks does-" "Parson!" cried Benton. "Parson!" chimed Aunt Fiske and Charlotte, like a Greek chorus. "Walk in! It's fixin' to rain black cats. Th' parson's at Carson's; but ol' Carson ain't goin to pass out this time. I left him 'bout half a hour ago, an' he was swearin' most nat'ral-' "A parson, did you say?" 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