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She did occasional odd jobs for the London press, and did them in such fashion that her name was beginning to be known in Fleet Street. In finding this opening she had been greatly helped by an old friend of her father —and possibly of the reader —Mr. Malone was still the same athletic Irishman who had once won his international cap at Rugby, but life had toned him down also, and made him a more subdued and thoughtful man. There is no next morningnight —eternal nightand long rest for the weary worker." "Well, it's a sad philosophy." "Better a sad than a false one." "Perhaps so. By yielding everything she had won everything, as a sweet-natured, tactful woman can. I never could see anything very funny in the spirit of one's dead wife, but it's a matter of taste and of knowledge also. I was one of Bradlaugh's men, and sat under Joseph Mac Cabe until my old Dad came and pulled me out." "Good for him! "It was the first time I found I had powers of my own. And when she died suddenly from virulent pneumonia following influenza, the man staggered and went down. "Don't know much about it, I expect." "No, I don't." "Well, well, we must expect a slating. If they don't know, how can they take it seriously? I saw him like I see you now." "Was he one of us in the body? But they come on amazin' at the other side if the right folk get hold of them." "Time's up! " The platform was already crowded, but the newcomers threaded their way to the front amid a decorous murmur of welcome. Peeble shoved and exhorted and two end seats emerged upon which Enid and Malone perched themselves. "Not impressed as yet." "No, nor I," said Enid, "but it's very interesting all the same." People who are in earnest are always interesting, whether you agree with them or not, and it was impossible to doubt that these people were extremely earnest. He was clearly the general utility man who emerges in every society and probably becomes its autocrat. How sad to be deceived upon so intimate a matter as this, to be duped by impostors who used their most sacred feelings and their beloved dead as counters with which to cheat them. Enid and Malone exchanged a swift glance of appreciation. " She had stopped in the very middle of a sentence. She was pointing at an elderly woman in the second row. And yet both Enid and Malone felt a sensation of great pity as they looked at them. Malone jotted down the first sentence: "Oh, Father, we are very ignorant folk and do not well know how to approach you, but we will pray to you the best we know how." It was all cast in that humble key.

Life had much yet to teach him, but he was a little less intolerant in learning. Debbs will ask for your good wishes and your prayers while she endeavours to get into touch with some of those shining ones on the other side who may honour us with their presence to-night." The president sat down and Mrs. Very tall, very pale, very thin, with an aquiline face and eyes shining brightly from behind her gold-rimmed glasses, she stood facing her expectant audience. Enid Challenger was a remarkable girl and should have a paragraph to herself. With the raven-black hair of her father, and the blue eyes and fresh colour of her mother, she was striking, if not beautiful, in appearance. From her infancy she had either to take her own part against her father, or else to consent to be crushed and to become a mere automaton worked by his strong fingers. "I always look up cold facts and figures before I tackle a job. This matter is settled by common sense, the law of England, and by the universal assent of every sane European." "So that's that! "However," he continued, "I can admit that there are occasional excuses for misunderstandings upon the point." He sank his voice, and his great grey eyes looked sadly up into vacancy. I got into the some way so that we could each know when the other knocked. They have over four hundred registered churches in Great Britain." Challenger's snorts now sounded like a whole herd of buffaloes. "I have known cases where the coldest intellect —even my own intellect —might, for a moment have been shaken." Malone scented copy. Well, it seemed to me —of course my mind was strained and abnormal —that the taps shaped themselves into the well-known rhythm of her knock.

Life had much yet to teach him, but he was a little less intolerant in learning. Debbs will ask for your good wishes and your prayers while she endeavours to get into touch with some of those shining ones on the other side who may honour us with their presence to-night." The president sat down and Mrs. Very tall, very pale, very thin, with an aquiline face and eyes shining brightly from behind her gold-rimmed glasses, she stood facing her expectant audience. Enid Challenger was a remarkable girl and should have a paragraph to herself. With the raven-black hair of her father, and the blue eyes and fresh colour of her mother, she was striking, if not beautiful, in appearance. From her infancy she had either to take her own part against her father, or else to consent to be crushed and to become a mere automaton worked by his strong fingers. "I always look up cold facts and figures before I tackle a job. This matter is settled by common sense, the law of England, and by the universal assent of every sane European." "So that's that! "However," he continued, "I can admit that there are occasional excuses for misunderstandings upon the point." He sank his voice, and his great grey eyes looked sadly up into vacancy. I got into the some way so that we could each know when the other knocked. They have over four hundred registered churches in Great Britain." Challenger's snorts now sounded like a whole herd of buffaloes. "I have known cases where the coldest intellect —even my own intellect —might, for a moment have been shaken." Malone scented copy. Well, it seemed to me —of course my mind was strained and abnormal —that the taps shaped themselves into the well-known rhythm of her knock. He was still a bachelor, though there were some who thought that his hold on that condition was precarious and that Miss Enid Challenger's little white fingers could disengage it. It was a Sunday evening in October, and the lights were just beginning to twinkle out through the fog which had shrouded London from early morning. " "Her soul, her spirit." Challenger shook his head sadly. Well, it's twenty to eight.— Come back, if you can, Malone, and let me hear your adventures among the insane." THE love-affair of Enid Challenger and Edward Malone is not of the slightest interest to the reader, for the simple reason that it is not of the slightest interest to the writer. Look at the weekly list of services in a Saturday's Times if you doubt it. A thin, austere woman, with eyes which gleamed from behind her glasses, was warming her gaunt hands over a small fire.