The Amateur Gentleman

Then Mr. Shrig stepped forward very softly, and beholding that

placid young face with its tender, smiling lips, and the lashes that

drooped so dark against the dead pallor of the cheek, he took off

his broad-brimmed hat and stood there with bent head.

But another figure had followed him, and now sprang toward Barnabas

with supporting arms outstretched, and in that moment Barnabas sighed,

and falling forward, lay there sprawled across the table.