anjo joined in; and gradually, as the
stream of citizens trickled back and spread, so like a stream the
sound of clicking billiard balls and tinkling banjoes trickled back
and spread along the main street of Eucalyptus City."

'Was it weary there,
In de wilderness? . . .'

"Flo looked at me and put out a hand; but drew it back before I could
take it. And so, without another word, she went down the hill."

WIDDERSHINS.

A DROLL.

Once upon a time there was a small farmer living in Wendron parish,
not far from the church-town. 'Thaniel Teague was his name.
This Teague happened to walk into Helston on a Furry-day, when the
Mayor and townspeople dance through the streets to the Furry-tune.
In the evening there was a grand ball given at the Angel Hotel, and
the landlord very kindly allowed Teague--who had stopped too late as
it was--to look in through the door and watch the gentry dance the
Lancers.

Teague thought he had never seen anything so heavenly. What with one
hindrance and another 'twas past midnight before he reached home, and
then nothing would do for him but he must have his wife and six
children out upon the floor in their night-clothes, practising the
Grand Chain while he sang--

Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise!

The seventh child, the babby, they set down in the middle of the
floor, like a nine-pin. And the worst of it was, the poor mite
twisted his eyes so, trying to follow his mammy round and round, that
he grew up with a cast from that hour.

'Tis of this child--Joby he was called--that I am going to tell you.
Barring the cast, he grew up a very straight lad, and in due time
began to think upon marrying. His father's house faced south, and as
it came easier to him to look north-west than any other direction, he
chose a wife from Gwinear parish. His elder brothers had gone off to
sea for their living, and his sister had married a mine-captain: so
when the old people died, Joby took over the farm and worked it, and
did very well.

Joby's wife was very fond of him, though of course she didn't like
that cast in his looks: and in many ways 'twas inconvenient too.
If the poor man ever put hand on plough to draw a straight furrow,
round to the north 'twould work as sure as a compass-needle.
She consulted the doctors about it, and they did no good. Then she
thought about consulting a conjurer; but being a timorous woman as
well as not over-wise, she put it