yed back and
forth, as though they were of fabric and stirred by all the winds of
hell. The floor undulated; his chair sank dizzily beneath him.

Dexter struggled to his feet, clutching convulsively at the table. His
lips were parched and his tongue clung to the roof of his mouth.
"Thorpe," he said, in a hoarse whisper, "I----"

The minister raised his hand. "Listen! I thought I heard----"

A whistle sounded outside, the gate clanged shut. A quick, light step
ran up the walk, the door opened noisily, and a man rushed in. He
seemed to bring into that hopeless place all the freshness of immortal
Youth.

Blinded, Dexter moved forward, his hands outstretched to meet that
eager clasp.

"Father! Father!" cried Ralph, joyously; "I've come home!"

VIII

Piper Tom

"Laddie," said the Piper to the yellow mongrel, "we'll be having
breakfast now."

The dog answered with a joyous yelp. "You talk too much," observed his
master, in affectionate reproof; "'t is fitting that small yellow dogs
should be seen and not heard."

It was scarcely sunrise, but the Piper's day began--and ended--early.
He had a roaring fire in the tiny stove which warmed his shop, and the
tea-kettle hummed cheerily. All about him was the atmosphere of
immaculate neatness. It was not merely the lack of dust and dirt, but
a positive cleanliness.

His beardless face was youthful, but the Piper's hair was tinged with
grey at the temples. One judged him to be well past forty, yet fully
to have retained his youth. His round, rosy mouth was puckered in a
whistle as he moved about the shop and spread the tiny table with a
clean cloth.

Ranged about him in orderly rows was his merchandise. Tom Barnaby
never bothered with fixtures and showcases. Chairs, drygoods boxes,
rough shelves of his own making, and a few baskets sufficed him.

In the waterproof pedler's pack which he carried on his back when his
shop was in transit, he had only the smaller articles which women
continually need. Calico, mosquito netting, buttons, needles, thread,
tape, ribbons, stationery, hooks and eyes, elastic, shoe laces, sewing
silk, darning cotton, pins, skirt binding, and a few small frivolities
in the way of neckwear, veils, and belts--these formed Piper Tom's
stock in trade. By dint of close packing, he wedged an astonishing
number of things into a small space, and was not too heavily laden
when, with his dog and his flute, he set forth upon the highwa