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that natural heir to the Signet we had hoped from your own household. But the Order cannot remain headless.”

Here Zulve, approaching, gave into my hand the Signet unclasped from her husband’s arm ere the coffer was closed upon his form. I understood her meaning; and, as for the time the sole male representative of the house, I clasped it on the arm of the Chief who succeeded to Esmo’s rank, and to whom I felt the care of Esmo’s house might be safely left. The due honour paid to his new office, I turned to depart. Then for the first time my eyes fell on the unveiled countenance and drooping form of one unlike, yet so 广东佛山桑拿体验报告 like Eveena—her favourite and nearest sister, Zevle. I held out my hand; but, emotion overcoming the habits of reserve, she threw herself into my arms, and her tears fell on my bosom, hardly faster than my own as I stooped and kissed her brow. I had no voice to speak my farewell. But as the Astronaut rose for the last time from the ground, the voices of my brethren chanted in adieu the last few lines of the familiar formula—

“Peace be yours no force can break,
Peace not Death hath power to shake;”

* * * * *

“Peace from peril, fear, and pain;
Peace—until we meet again!
Not before the sculptured stone,
But the All-Commander’s Throne.”
The End
“O LIVER, bring me that ball!” said Roland Kenyon, in a tone of command.

The speaker, a boy of sixteen, stood on the lawn before a handsome 南海佛山桑拿体验 country mansion. He had a bat in his hand, and had sent the ball far down the street. He was fashionably dressed, and evidently felt himself a personage of no small consequence.

The boy he addressed, Oliver Conrad, was his junior by a year—not so tall, but broader and more thick-set, with a frank, manly face, and an air of independence and self-reliance. He was returning home from school, and carried two books in his hand.

Oliver was naturally obliging, but there was something he did not like in the other’s imperious tone, and his pride was touched.

“Are you speaking to me?” he demanded quietly.

“Of course I am. Is there any other Oliver about?”

“When you ask a favor, you had better be polite about it.”

“Bother politeness! Go after that ball! Do you hear?” exclaimed Roland angrily.

Oliver eyed him calmly.

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“Didn’t I speak plainly enough? I meant what I said.”

“Go after that ball this instant!” shrieked Roland, stamping his foot; “or I’ll make you!”

“Suppose you make me do it,” said Oliver contemptuously, opening the gate, and entering the yard.

Roland had worked himself into a passion, and this made him reckless of consequences. He threw the bat in his hand at Oliver, and if the latter had not dodged quickly it would have seriously injured him. At the same time Roland rushed impetuously upon the boy who had offended him by his independence.

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Roland was taller, and this gave him an advantage; but Oliver was the more sturdy and agile. He clasped Roland around the waist, lifted him off his feet, and laid him, after a brief resistance, on the lawn.

“You’d better not attack me again!” he said, looking with flushed face at his fallen foe.

Roland was furious. He sprang to his feet and flung himself upon Oliver, but with so little discretion that the latter, by a well-planted blow, immediately felled him to the ground, and, warned by the second attack, planted his knee on Roland’s breast, thus preventing him from rising.

“Let me up!” shrieked Roland furiously, struggling desperately but ineffectually.

“Will you let me alone, then?”

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“Tell, if you want to,” said Oliver, his lip curling.

“He’ll have you well beaten.”

“I don’t think he will.”

“So you defy him, then?”

“No; I defy nobody. But I mean to defend myself from violence.”

“What’s the matter with you two boys?

Oliver, what are you doing?”

The speaker was Mr. Kenyon’s gardener, John Bradford, a sensible man and usually intelligent. Oliver often talked with him, and treated him respectfully, as he deserved. Roland was foolish enough to look down upon him because he was a poor man and occupied a subordinate position.