d again and John was asked by
the Ordinary to announce that the barbecue was ready to be served at the
tables.

John had never spoken in public, and yet to-day a new daring possessed
him. Quite unperturbed, he rang his trowel on the corner-stone till
quiet was restored, and then, with a half-jest, appropriately worded, he
made the announcement. Immediately the audience was on its feet and
surging toward the aromatic trenches and tables. The platform was soon
vacated, and John saw Tilly alone at the organ, putting up the
music-books. He longed to go to her, but a vast and sudden embarrassment
checked him. He started, but stopped and pretended to be inspecting the
corner-stone. She was behind him now, but she was the light and breath
of his new existence and he half saw, half felt her presence. He told
himself that she must think him an awkward fool, and yet he could not
approach her.

Suddenly he saw something for which he was not prepared. A tall, thin
young man with a scant brown mustache and rather long hair, who was
tanned like a farmer, and who had large, coarse hands and wore a
frock-coat which was thick enough for winter, was stepping upon the
platform and approaching Tilly.

"You must come get some of the barbecue," he said. "You are doing most
of the work and must be fed. I saw your ma and pa over at the first
table."

"I'm not very hungry, Joel," John heard Tilly say, and from the corner
of his eyes he saw that she was shaking hands with the young man. A
moment later they were passing close behind John. He knew that to
pretend still to be inspecting the corner-stone would be absurd and so
he turned and faced the couple. Tilly smiled, nodded, and glanced at the
stone.

"It is very pretty," she said, pausing and looking at the work he had
done. "This is my friend, Mr. Joel Eperson--Mr. Trott," she added.

The hands of two laboring-men met and swung up and down before the
little maid. "Pleased to meet you," both men said, and they stared at
each other, dumb, concealed thoughts in the depths of their eyes.

"You ran that singing all right." John dug the words from his perturbed
self-consciousness. "It went off fine."

"Yes, you certainly did that," the young farmer agreed. "You all must
have met and practised."

"Only once, last night," Tilly said. "We met at the church."

"We are going to get some of that barbecue," Eperson said, rather
stiffly, to John. "Won't you come along with us? I've got two pla