It was Polly, cousin Polly, but what a change from tho overgrown, awkward looking girl he had known when he left the village. Now he saw a woman, tall and Btraight as a pine, with a -wealth of hair and soft brown eyes that lacked neither sparkle nor vivacity, and.
A true daughter of the hill country was Polly, and with the realisation of it there Swept over Dave a feeling of jealousy that she should have turned with a laughing word and a bright smile to that young giant Enoch. Then as the girl tripped out of the workshop as lightly as she had entered. Dave drew a long breath, and, replacing the now dead black iron in the fire, watched the little blue and red flames dance upwards with a curious deep reflective look in his eyes.
The brand of the city was upon Jhim, contrasting strangely with the peace and quietness and the sweetness of. Unaccosted and almost unnoticed he went on until he came in sight of the smithy, then suddenly paused, irresolute. The big sliding door was open, and he could gee that the blacksmith's hearth was 'dull and cold.
For a moment only he paused, then crossed the road and strode through the yard towards the door. At the 'threshold he pulled up shortly at the Eight of two men talking together infiiae the shop. Their backs were turned to, him, ana they were unaware of his Eresence, so quietly had he passed brough' the littered yard. For a second only he hesitated. Hello, Uncle. Job," he said, advance Jilg, " an' how are ye? I should never be.
Dave, here, might just as weel tak' hod as not if -he'll but stick to it. Then he chuckled, for Dave's coat was already off, and the bellows were once more- roaring and sending the sparks flying up the chimney. He's [one o' them rolling stones 'at never is 'much good nor a deal o' use i' this world.
