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OUT INTO THE NIGHT. Synopsis.—Dissatisfied be-ause of the seemifigly barren outlook of his position as a school teacher in a Canadian town, John Harris determines to leave It, take up land in Manitoba and beedme a "homesteader.’’ Mary, the girl whom he loves, declares • she will accompany him. They are married and set out for the unknown country. They selett a homestead, build a home and put in a crop. Returning from selling his fir t crop, Harris finds his wife almost insane from loneliness and with immediate expectation of becoming a mother. A son Is born and they name him Allan. The story now jumps forward 25 years. Harris is prosperous and all for getting rich. Mary Is toil-worn and saddened over the change in her husband. Allan works on the farm. Beulah, the pretty daughter, is rebellious at the shut-in farm life. Jim Travers is an unusual hired man and he is secretly In love with Beulah.. Harris and Allan clash with Jim and he leaves.

CHAPTER Vl—Continued. —9— Harris was accustomed to his daughter’s frankness, and as a rule paid little regard to it. He was willing enough to be flayed, in moderation, by l her keen tongue; in fact, he took a secret delight in her unrestrained sallies, but that was different from defiance. “We’ll talkabout that some other time, too,” he said. “And you’ll milk the cows tonight as usual.” Beulah opened her lips as though to answer, but closed them again, arose, and walked out of the kitchen. For her the controversy was over; the die was cast. Her nature admitted of any ainount of disputation up to a certain point, but when the irresistible,, force crashed Into the immovable "Object she waited no wind on words. With her war was war. Harris finished his meal with little relish. His daughter was 1 very, very much to him, and an open rupture with her was among the last things to be Imagined. . . . Still, she must learn that the liberty of speech he allowed her did >not imply equal liberty of action. ... His wife, too, had behaved most incredibly. After all, perhaps he had been hasty with Jim. No doubt he would meet the boy in Plainville or somewhere in the district before long, and he would then have a frank little talk with him. And he would say nothingmore of the Incident to his wife. He was beginning to feel almost amiable again when recollection of Beulah, and the regard which she was evidently cultivating toward Travers, engulfed his returning spirits like a cold douche. It must not come to that, whatever happened. “You better go over to Grant’s, Allan, if you’re goin’,” he said as he left the table. “I’ve some shears to change that’ll keep me busy until you get back.” An hour later Allan returned, accompanied by George .Grant, and operations in the field were resumed. Father and son were both anxious to make up for lost time, and they worked that night long after their usual hour for quitting. It was quite dark when the two men, tired and dusty, came iruat the close of their long day's labor. The table was set for two. “We have had our supper,” Mary explained. “We thought we wouldn’t wait any longer.” right,” said Harris, trying to be genial. But he found it harder than he had supposed. He was very tired, and somewhat embarrassed following the unpleasantness at noon. v r >Too Far,” She Agreed. “But You Started It; Let’s See You Stop It.’’ |e had no thought of apologizing, Jther to wife br daughter; on the conary, he intended to make it quite clear to them that they had been at L fault in the matter, but he would take his time about reopening the subject. When supper was finished Allan went to the stables to give final attention to the horses —a duty that had always fallen to Jim—and Harris, after a, few minutes’ quiet rest in his chair, began to remove his boots. “The cows are not milked, John/’ said his wife. She tried to speak in a matter-of-fact way, but the tremor in her voice betrayed the import of the simple statement. Harris paused with a boot half unlaced. While his recollection of Beulah’s defiance waa clear enough, it had not occurred to him that the girt

1 actually would stand by her guns. He bad told her that she would milk the cows tonight as usual, and he had assumed, as a matter of course, that she would do so. He was not accustomed to being disobeyed. “Where’s Beulah?” he demanded. “I guess she’s in her room.” Harris laced up his boot. Then he started upstairs. “Don’t*be too hard oilier, Jchn,” urged his wife, with a ffittle catch in her voice. I “I won’t be too hardvpn anybody,” he replied curtly. “It’s a )qrangp tiling you wouldn’t see that she she was told. I suppose I .have to l\ug away in the field until dark and then come in and do another half-day’s work because my women folk are \too lazy or stubborn to do it themselves.” If this outburst was intended /to crush Mary Harris it had a very/uifferent effect; She seemed to up under the- attack; the color came back to her cheeks, and her eyes were bright and defiant. - , “John Harris,” she said. “You know better than to say that your women folk are- either lazy or stubborn, but there’s a point where imposition, even the imposition of a husband, has to I stop, and you’ve reached that point. You. didn’t have dp stay in the field until dark. There’s another day coming and the plowing’ll keep. It Isn’t like the harvest. It was just your own contrariness that kept you there. You fired the best man you ever had today, in a fit of temper, and now you’re trying to take it out on us.” Harris looked at her for a moment; then, without speaking, he continued up the stairs. He felt that he was being very unfairly used, but he had no intention of shrinking from his duty as a husband and father, even if its discharge should bring tain to all of them. He found Beulah in her room, ostensibly reading. “Why are the cows not milked?” he demanded. “I thought I made it clear to you at noon that they wouldn’t be milked by me.” she answered, “and there didn’t seem to be anybody else hankering for the job.” “Beulah,” he said, trying to speak calmly, “don’t you think this nonsense has gone far enough?” “Too far,” she agreed. “But you started it —let’s see you stop it.” “Beulah,” he said, with rising anger, “I won’t allow you. to talk to me like that. Remember I’m your father, and you’ve a right to do as you’re told. Haven’t you everything—given you a home, and all that, and are you goin’ to defy me in my own house?” “I don’t want to defy you.” she answered, “but if you’re going to let your temper run away with you, you can put on the brakes yourself. And as for all you’ve done for me—maybe I’m ungrateful, but it doesn’t look half so big from my side of the fence.” “Well, what more do you want?” he demanded. “For one thing, I wouldn’t mind having a father.” “What do you mean? Ain’t I your father?” “No!" she cried. “No! No! There’s no father here. You’re just the boss-— the foreman on the farm. You board with mother and me. We see you at meal-times. We wouldn’t see you then if you didn’t have to make use of us in that way. If you have a spare hour you go to town. You’re always so busy, busy, with your little things, that you have no time for big things.. I’d like to see you think about living instead of working. Arid we’re not living—not really living, you. know—we’re just existing. Don’t you see what I mean? We’re living all in the flesh, like an animal. When you feed the horses and put them under shelter you can’t do anything more for them. But when you feed and shelter your daughter you have only half provided for her, and it’s the other half, the starving half, that refuses to starve any longer.” “I’m not kickin’ on religion, if b at’s what you mean, Beulah,” he said. “You get goin’ to church as often as you like, and —” “Oh, it’s not religion,” she protested; “At least, it’s not just going to church, and things like that, although I guess it is a more real religion, if we just understood. What are we here for, anyway? What's the answer?” “Well, I’m here just now to tell you those cows are to be milked'before —’’ y’Yes, dodge it! You’ve dodged that ■ question so long you daren’t face.lt. But there must be an answer somewhere, or there wouldn’t be the question." There’s Riles, now; he doesn’t know there is such a question. He takes it for granted we’re here to grab money. And then, there’s! the Grants. They know there is such •.£ question, and I’m Sure that to some extent they’ve answered it. You know, I like them, but I never go into their house, that I don’t feel out of place, I feel like they something that I haven’t —something that makes them very rich and shows me how very poor I am. And it’s„embarrassing to feel poor among rich folks. Why, tonight George ’ Grant stopped on his way home to say a word to me, and what do you sup- ■ pose he said? Nothing about the weather, or the neighbors, or the crops. He asked me what I thought of the Venezuelan treaty. Os course rd i never heard of such a thing, but I said • I hoped it would be for the best, or i somethifigr like that, but I was ashamed —so ashamed he might have seen it in ’ the dusk. You see, they’re living—i and we’re existing.” i If Beulah hoped by such argument j to persuade her father, or even to Influence him, she was doomed to disap- ■ pointment. “You’re talking a good ■ deal of nonsense, Beulah,” he said, i “When you get older these questions I wen’t worry you. In the meantime,

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your duty is to do as you’re told. Right now that means milk the cows. I’ll give you five minutes to get started.” Harris went to his room. A little later Beulah, with a light cloak about her shoulders and a suitcase in her hand, slipped quietly d(Avn the front stairs and out Into the night. CHAPTER VII. Crumbling Castles. At the foot of the garden Beulah paused irresolute, the suitcase swinging gently in her hand. She had made no plans for the decisive step events of the day had forced upon her, but the step itself she felt to be inevitable. She was riot in loVe with Jim Travers; she had turned the whole question over in her mind that afternoon, 'weighing it with judicial impartiality, supposing all manner of situations to try out her own emotions, and she, had come to the conclusion that Travers was merely an incident in her life, a sqmewhat inspiring incident, perhaps, but an incident less. The real thing—the vital matter which demanded some exceptional protest—was the narrow and ever narrowing horizon 4E ) ■ fp With a Light Cloak About Her Shoulders and a Suitcase in Her Hand, Slipped Quietly From the Front Stairs and Out Into the Night. of her father, a horizon bounded only by material gain. Against this narrowing band of outlook .her vigorous spirit, with its dumb, insistent stretchings for |he infinite, rebelled. It was not a matter of filial duty; it was not a matter of love; to her it was a matter of existence. She saw her ideals dimly enough at best, and she would burst every cord of affection and convention rather than allow them to be submerged in the gray, surrounding murk of materialism. Perhaps it was custom and the subtle pullings of association that drew her feet down the path across the bench to the edge of the stream that gurgled gently in the still night. The stars blinked a strange challenge from the sky. as though to say, “Here is the tree of knowledge, if you dare to drink thereof.” At length she turned her back on the stream and took the path past th* house and down to the corraf, wher* she paused, her- ear arrested by the steady drone of milking. A lantern sitting on the black earth cast~a little circle of light and threw a docile cow in dreadful silhouette against the bam. And by that dim light Beulah discerned the bent form of her mother, milking. “I can’t tell you where Beulah is, John. She left here last night.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) TREASURES OF BUDDHIST ART Marvelous Collection Preserved for Centuries in the Temple of Daigoji in Japan. Daigoji, the head temple of the Ono school of the Shingon sect of Buddhism in Japan, sitbated not far from Kyoto, in the Uji district, suggests by its name is relation to Emperor Daigo, who reigned from 898 to 930. Its name originated from ;rie fact that its founder, Abbot Shoho, came to this village and exclaimed after he drank from an old farmer’s spring: “The water was as good as daigo!” It is a Buddhist word meaning an unctuous rich liquor. The posthumous title of the emperor must have originated from his devotion to the temple and its founder, as well as from his burial in the temple grounds. Rare specimens of Buddhist art and literature, carefully preserved as the temple treasures of Daigoji, and exhibited recently at Tokio, through the efforts of Dr. Kafsumi Koroita of the editorial staff of historiographical materials in Tokio Imperial university, bring the story of the temple down to 300 years ago. Among the peculiar paintings in the temple are the “flower viewing screens,” pictures of horse training and a collection of fan paintings said to be rare treasures. . In the literary collection there is an illustrated copy of the third roll of “Scripture of Cause and Effect of the Past and the Present.” It was made nearly 1,200 years ago, but the colors in the picture are as fresh as the present day pigments. This scroll is considered the oldest thing extant In Japan of colored ait on paper.

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