e that it was Sunday morning. He did not
feel in a mood for attending service. He needed a long walk to think,
and shake off the spirit of depression that was stealing over him.

Entering the cabin, he prepared a small lunch, and then closing the
door he struck out across the field in the direction of Break Neck
Falls. He wished to go there to view the scene where David planned to
erect his plant and do such wonderful things. He smiled grimly to
himself as he thought of the old man's delusion. Reaching the brow of
the hill just where the trail started from the main road, he paused and
looked down to his left. He could see clearly Peter Sinclair's house
with the tall trees surrounding it. Bitter feelings came into his
heart as he stood there. Over yonder lived a man who had the power to
do so much good in the world. He could help old David and give him a
comfortable home for the rest of his life. Why should some men have so
much of this world's goods and others so little? he asked himself.
Then he thought of Dick, and a contemptuous smile curled his lips. He
recalled his feelings the previous day when he had watched the car go
by and listened to the salutation of "Spuds."

And standing there his feelings suddenly underwent a marvellous change,
for walking slowly across the field was Lois on her way to church. She
was some distance away so Jasper was sure that she could not see him.
As in the past so now he was forced to worship her afar off. It was
not for him, poor and unknown, to draw any closer. The trees along the
path she walked could bend above her and the bright flowers could smile
up into her face. But for him there could be no such favours. He was
half tempted to hasten back to church. There he could be quite near
and watch her. He banished this thought, however, as he glanced down
at his own rough clothes and coarse boots.

Jasper watched Lois until she disappeared from view behind a clump of
birch trees. Then leaving the highway he walked slowly along the trail
leading to the falls.

CHAPTER VII

AT THE CLOSE OF A DAY

High up on the bank of the brook which flows down from Break Neck Falls
Jasper sat leaning against the bole of a large tree. It was drawing
toward evening and long slanting shadows were falling athwart the
landscape. It was a hot afternoon and the shade of the old spruce was
refreshing. By his side was a rough birch fishing rod, and nearby
wrapped up in cool,