he was sleepy and thought he would not get
one, but then came the loud voice, not a couple of yards from his ear,
"Death of Mr. Raeburn! Death of Luke Raeburn this da-ay!"

Mr. Cuthbert had his head out of the window in a moment.

"Here, paper!"

"These boys will call anything to sell their papers," he remarked to his
companion; "I dare say it's nothing more than a rumor."

"Precious good thing for the country if it was true," replied the other,
a young fellow of two-and-twenty who dawdled through life upon an income
of 5,000 pounds a year, and found it quite possible to combine the
enjoyment of lax living with the due expression of very orthodox
sentiments.

Mr. Cuthbert did not answer; his eye was traveling down a column of the
newspaper, and he felt a curious pricking of remorse as he read. He had
once been rude to Erica Raeburn; he had all his life retailed dubious
stories about her father, knowing all the time that had any one believed
such stories of himself upon such shaky evidence, he would have used
very strong language about them. And now this fellow was dead! Curiously
enough, Mr. Cuthbert, who had many times remarked that "Raeburn ought
to be shut up, or better still, hung," was now the one to wish him alive
again. Ugh! It was a horrible story. He quite shivered as he read the
account of those days of torture.

But in a room at the Park Hotel, Ashborough, two very different men were
discussing the same subject. Mr. Fane-Smith, with all his faults, had
always been well-intentioned, and though frightful harm may be done by
people with good intentions, they can never stand upon the same level
as those who wilfully and maliciously offend. All too plainly now he saw
how grievously he had failed with regard to Raeburn, and patiently did
he listen to Donovan's account of the really good work which Raeburn had
effected in many instances.

"Much as you may hate his views, you must at least see that, as some one
has well expressed it, 'It takes a high-souled man to move the masses
even to a cleaner sty.' And I say that a man who worked as he worked,
striving hard to teach the people to live for the general good,
advocating temperance, promoting the spread of education, and somehow
winning those whom no one else had ever touched to take an intelligent
interest in politics, in science, and in the future of the race, that
such a man claims our respect however much we may disagree with him."

"But that he should