every day, and one great story holds us all. If one could see wide
enough, one could tell the whole.

These things happen: and then the question comes,--alike in high and
low places,--alike with money and without it,--what the women and
the girls are to do?

Rodney Sherrett took his sister home; drove three miles round and
brought Mrs. Argenter's sister to her from River Point, and then
turned toward Dorbury Upper Village and the telegraph office. But he
met Sim Atwill on the way, received the telegram from him, and
hurried back.

It was the dispatch of the hour later, and this was it:--

"Mr. Argenter died at five o'clock. His remains will be sent
home to-morrow, carefully attended.

"PHILIP BURKMAYER."




CHAPTER V.

SPILLED OUT AGAIN.


There were paragraphs in the papers; there were resolutions at
meetings of the Board of Trade, and of the Directors of the