e. It was a pleasing freedom, for never before had he known what it was to be his own master; but now the

ly to be of material benefit to Rockhaven. Winn wisely let the stock matter rest, feeling that a practical dem

rn and reared amid the half-starved residents of Rockhaven, should even have that laudable ambition; but he asked no questions. In a way, the r

d met her once on the village street and half surmised she might be this mysterious violinist. He gave little thought to it, however, for his new position and the open path to su

two sons were away on a long fishing voyage, and who seemed so afraid of her solitary boarder as to no more than a

bly, "if ye'd attend sarvice with m

milar in kind to any country church, was interesting to Winn mainly because it recalled his boyhood days. When the minister, a thin, gray-haired man, began his sermon, Winn grew curious. He was accustomed to pulpit oratory of a high class, and wondered now what manner of discourse was like to emanate from this humble desk. The text was the old and time-worn "The Lord will provide," that has instilled courage and hope into millions of despondent hearts, and now used once more to encourage this little band of simple worshippers. The preacher made no new deductions, in fact, seemed to, as usual, lay stress upon the need of faith that the Lord would provide, come what might. To this end he quoted freely from Scripture, and Winn was beginning to lose interest and look around the bare and smoky walls and out of one window that commanded a view of the rippled harbor, when suddenly his attention was arrested by a direct reference to himself, or rather, his errand to Rockhaven. "We have," asserted the minister, in slow and solemn voice, "a certain and sure proof that the Lord watches over and cares for us, and that we on this lonely island, striving to live righteously, are not forgotten by Him. Our acres

but it kept that young man's attention away from all else until the minister closed and bowed his head in prayer, and, whe

th two ladies, one elderly, and the girl Winn had noticed in Rock Lane, seemingly awaiting him

e and subsequent opinion of Winn Hardy. He attended that poor little church that day out of kindly regard for Mrs. Moore's wishes, he listened patiently to services and the sermon, only a few sentences of which interested him, and, of course, con

the two ladies he met at church, and he was invited to join them. How cordially the two elderly ladies endeavored to interest him and what a soft witchery the dark eyes of the younger one held for him need not be enlarged upon. It mattered not that Mrs. Moore and Mrs. Hutton were neither cultured nor fashionable; they were at least sincere in their enjoyment of his society and meant

nly the ceaseless murmur of the near-by ocean whispered in the still air, when M

ss and social progress he had so far made, and mentally contrasting the life he had left behind him with the new one

nn's first Sund