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Title: To Him That Hath
A Novel Of The West Of Today

Author: Ralph Connor

Release Date: June 3, 2006 [EBook #3244]

Language: English

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TO HIM THAT HATH

A NOVEL OF THE WEST OF TODAY

By Ralph Connor

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I THE GAME

II THE COST OF SACRIFICE

III THE HEATHEN QUEST

IV ANNETTE

V THE RECTORY

VI THE GRIEVANCE COMMITTEE

VII THE FOREMAN

VIII FREE SPEECH

IX THE DAY BEFORE

X THE NIGHT OF VICTORY

XI THE NEW MANAGER

XII LIGHT THAT IS DARKNESS

XIII THE STRIKE

XIV GATHERING CLOUDS

XV THE STORM

XVI A GALLANT FIGHT

XVII SHALL BE GIVEN

TO HIM THAT HATH

CHAPTER I

THE GAME

"Forty-Love."

"Game! and Set. Six to two."

A ripple of cheers ran round the court, followed by a buzz of excited
conversation.

The young men smiled at each other and at their friends on the side
lines and proceeded to change courts for the next set, pausing for
refreshments on the way.

"Much too lazy, Captain Jack. I am quite out of patience with you,"
cried a young girl whose brown eyes were dancing with mock indignation.

Captain Jack turned with a slightly bored look on his thin dark face.

"Too lazy, Frances?" drawled he. "I believe you. But think of the
temperature."

"You have humiliated me dreadfully," she said severely.

"Humiliated you? You shock me. But how, pray?" Captain Jack's eyes
opened wide.

"You, a Canadian, and our best player--at least, you used to be--to
allow yourself to be beaten by a--a--" she glanced at his opponent with
a defiant smile--"a foreigner."

"Oh! I say, Miss Frances," exclaimed that young man.

"A foreigner?" exclaimed Captain Jack. "Better not let Adrien hear you."
He turned toward a tall fair girl standing near.

"What's that?" said the girl. "Did I hear aright?"

"Well, he's not a Canadian, I mean," said Frances, sticking to her guns.
"Besides, I can't stand Adrien crowing over me. She is already far too
English, don-che