ur village Sara Lewis was a name that
every man and woman honored as if it belonged to a princess. Jennie is
a good woman, but life is made easy for her. I often think how grand my
mother would feel if she were here, and I were able to give her every
comfort. God knows how proud and happy I would have been to say, 'You
have struggled enough, Mother; life is going to be a heaven on earth to
you now.' Well, well, what is the good of thinking of it? To-morrow
I shall go down town and deal with men, not memories; it is more
profitable."

"Not always," said Arnold, dryly. The two men drifted into a business
discussion that neither Mrs. Lewis nor Ruth cared to follow.

"Are you quite ready?" asked Mrs. Lewis, drawing her chair closer to
Ruth's.

"Entirely," she replied; "we start on the 8.30 train in the morning."

"You will be gone a month, will you not?"

"Yes; we wish to get back for the holidays. New Year's falls on the 12th
of September, and we must give the house its usual holiday cleaning."

"I have begun already. Somehow I never thought you would mind being
away."

"Why, we always go to the Temple, you know; and I would not miss the
Atonement services for a great deal."

"Why don't you say 'Yom Kippur,' as everybody else does?"

"Because 'Atonement' is English and means something to me. Is there
anything odd about that?"

"I suppose not. By the way, if there is anything you would like to have
done while you are away, let me know."

"I think I have seen to everything. You might run in and see Louis now
and then."

"Louis," Mrs. Lewis called instantly, "be sure to come in often for
dinner while the folks are gone."

"Thank you; I shall. The last dinner I ate with you was delicious enough
to do away with any verbal invitation to another."

He arose, seeing Ruth had risen and was kissing her cousins good-by.

Mrs. Lewis beamed with pleasure at his words.

"Now, won't you take something before you go?" she asked. "Ruth, I have
the loveliest cakes."

"Oh, Jennie," remonstrated Ruth, as her cousin bustled off, "we have
just dined."

"Let her enjoy herself," observed Louis; "she is never so happy as when
she is feeding somebody."

The clink of glasses was soon heard, and Mrs. Lewis's rosy face appeared
behind a tray with tiny glasses and a plate of rich, brown-looking
little cakes.

"Jo, get the Kirsch. You must try one, Ruth; I made them myself."

When they had complimented her on her cakes and Lo