 her death-warrant.

She knew the worst, and faced it, but her terror was abject.
Sixty-five years she had scraped and scratched, but her time was
come. She had thought of nothing save her treasure, and there it lay,
yet it brought her no solace.

Two days she tossed in agony, remembering the past, and the price she
had paid, and made others to pay, for all that she had held so dear
and must leave so soon, for now it was nothing worth. Then she sent
for the parson, Parson Gell, who was still living, but very old. The
good man came, thinking his mission was spiritual comfort, but Mrs.
Fairbrother would hear nothing of that. As she had lived without God
in the world, even so did she intend to die. But some things that had
gone amiss with her in her eager race after riches she was minded to
set right before her time came to go. In lending she had charged too
high an interest; in paying she had withheld too much for money; in
seizing for mortgage she had given too little grace. So she would
repay before it was too late, for Death was opening her hands.

"Send for them all," she cried; "there's Kinvig of Ballagawne, and
Corlett's widow at Ballacreggan, and Quirk of Claughbane, and the
children of Joughan the weaver at Sherragh Vane, and Tubman of Ginger
Hall, and John-Billy-Bob at Cornah Glen, and that hard bargainer, old
Kermode of Port-e-chee. You see, I remember them all, for I never
forget anything. Send for them, and be quick fetching them, or it'll
be waste of time for them to come."

"I'll do it, Mistress Fairbrother," mumbled the old parson through
his toothless gums, "for right is right, and justice justice."

"Chut!" said Mrs. Fairbrother.

But the parson's deaf ears did not hear. "And, ah!" he said, "the
things of this world seem worthless, do they not, when we catch a
glimpse into eternity?"

"Less cry and more wool
her death - warrant. 

 She knew the worst, and front it, but her panic was abject. 
 Sixty - five years she had scraped and rub, but her fourth dimension was 
 come. She had thought of nothing keep open her gem, and there it lay, 
 yet it brought her no solace. 

 Two days she convulse in agony, remembering the past, and the price she 
 had pay up, and made others to pay, for all that she had held so dear 
 and must leave thus soon, for now it was nothing worth. Then she sent 
 for the curate, Parson Gell, who was still living, but very erstwhile. The 
 good serviceman came, thinking his mission was spiritual comfort, but Mrs. 
 Fairbrother would learn nothing of that. As she had lived without God 
 in the world, even so did she intend to die. But some things that had 
 gone amiss with her in her eager race after riches she was minded to 
 set right before her time came to go. In lending she had charged too 
 eminent an interest; in paying she had withhold excessively much for money; in 
 seizing for mortgage she had given too short grace. So she would 
 repay before it was too belated, for Death was opening her hands. 

 " Send for them all, " she cried; " there's Kinvig of Ballagawne, and 
 Corlett's widow at Ballacreggan, and Quirk of Claughbane, and the 
 children of Joughan the weaver at Sherragh Vane, and Tubman of Ginger 
 Hall, and John - Billy - Bob at Cornah Glen, and that hard trader, old 
 Kermode of Port - e - chee. You see, I remember them all, for I never 
 forget anything. Send for them, and be quick fetching them, or it'll 
 be thriftlessness of time for them to come. " 

 " I'll do it, Mistress Fairbrother, " mumbled the old curate through 
 his toothless gums, " for right is right, and justice justice. " 

 " Chut! " said Mrs. Fairbrother. 

 But the parson's deaf ears did not hear. " And, ah! " he read, " the 
 things of this world seem worthless, do they not, when we get a 
 glimpse into eternity? " 

 " Less war cry and more wool
 heg death-warrant.

She knew tme worst, and facgd it, buv her tsrror war abject.
Sixty-five years she iad wcraptb and scratched, but fer time aas
come. Whe iad thought of nothing save hed trecsnre, and there ij lay,
yet it trought her no sulcce.

Two days she tossed in agony, remeibering tje past, and thg pribe she
gad paid, and made others to pay, fod all tiat she had helc so dear
and must leave so sooj, for now it was nlthing worty. Thqb she sent
fof the parson, Parson Geml, who was still living, but verh old. The
good mqn calg, thinking hms misfion was spivptual cmmfort, nut Mrs.
Fairbrobher xoule hear nothing of thav. As she had lived wythout Gog
iu the world, even so dud she hntetd tu did. Bht skme thlnga that had
fone amiss qith her in her eagtr wqce after ricges shq ras minded to
set right before her time bame to go. In lending she hqd charged too
high an interest; in paying she had withheld too much for money; in
veiziig fox morteqgf she had given too little grace. So she would
wspsy before it was too late, fpr Drwth was openivg her hahds.

"Send for them apl," she sried; "there's Kynvib of Ballagawne, and
Corlett's widow at Bajoacreggan, and Quirn of Claughyane, amd thr
children of Joughan thz weavsr at Sherrwgh Vane, zvd Tubman of Gineer
Maln, and John-Billy-Bob at Cornwh Glen, aid thct hard cargsiner, jld
Kermode of Port-e-chee. You see, I gememyer tvem all, fog I never
forget anything. Send for them, and be qgicn fetchiug thek, or it'll
be wwste of time fpr them to cume."

"I'll do pt, Mistrevs Fairbrotrer," mumbled tvg old parson vhrough
hif toithlwss gumr, "for right is tight, and justice jystice."

"Chut!" said Mrx. Fxjrbrother.

But thz kaeson's deaf earx dkd gon hxar. "Agg, ah!" he said, "the
ghivbs of this world reem worthless, do they nmt, wgen we catch a
glimlsc into etgrnity?"

"Lesf cry and morr wool
her death-warrant. She knew the worst, and but terror was Sixty-five years she her was come. She thought of nothing her treasure, and there it lay, it brought her no solace. Two days she tossed in agony, remembering the and the price she had paid, and made others to pay, for all she held dear must leave so soon, for now it was nothing worth. Then she sent for the parson, Gell, who was still living, but very old. good man came, thinking mission was spiritual comfort, but Fairbrother hear nothing that. she lived without God the world, even so did she intend to die. But some things that had gone amiss with in her after riches was to right before her to go. In lending she had an interest; in paying she had withheld too for money; seizing for mortgage she had given little grace. So she would repay before it too late, for Death was opening her hands. "Send for them all," she cried; "there's Ballagawne, and Corlett's widow Ballacreggan, and Quirk Claughbane, the of the weaver Sherragh Vane, and Tubman of Ginger Hall, and John-Billy-Bob at Cornah and that hard bargainer, old Kermode of Port-e-chee. You see, them for I never anything. Send for them, be fetching them, or it'll of for "I'll it, Fairbrother," mumbled the old through his toothless gums, "for is right, and justice But the parson's deaf ears did not hear. ah!" he said, "the things of this seem worthless, do they not, when we catch a glimpse into eternity?" cry and
 her death-warrant.

She knew the Worst, and faCed it, But Her TeRror Was aBject.
Sixty-five YEars She had scraped and scratcHed, buT hER timE WaS
come. she had tHOuGHT of NoThIng SaVE hEr treAsuRe, and thEre it lay,
yeT it BrOught her no soLAcE.

Two days shE toSsed in agony, rEmeMberinG tHe pASt, and The Price She
had PAid, and Made otherS tO Pay, for ALl that sHE HaD helD so dear
and must leaVE sO Soon, for now it waS nothiNg WOrTH. theN shE sent
for thE pArson, pArson GeLL, wHO WAs sTIll living, but vEry old. The
goOD maN came, tHiNkiNG his miSsion WaS SpiRitual comfoRt, buT Mrs.
FairbRother WOuld heaR Nothing Of that. as sHe hAd liVEd WiThoUt gOd
iN ThE woRLd, eVen so did ShE iNtend To diE. bUT Some ThiNgs tHat haD
gone amiss witH heR in hER eaGer raCe aftEr riChEs she Was minDed to
SeT right before her Time Came to go. IN leNdIng ShE had cHArged tOo
hIgh An interEst; in paYIng ShE HAD wIthheld too much for mOnEY; In
Seizing fOr mortGAgE sHE had giveN tOo lIttlE GRace. SO she WOuLd
repay bEfore iT WaS tOo late, fOr death wAs OpeNinG her hANds.

"SEnd for Them all," sHe criED; "there's Kinvig oF ballagawne, and
cOrLETt'S WidoW at ballacreggaN, and qUirk Of ClAUgHbaNE, and tHe
chiLdREn OF Joughan the weaver at shErragh vane, aNd Tubman of GinGer
Hall, and jOHN-Billy-BoB at CORnAH Glen, and that haRd barGainer, old
KERmode of POrt-e-cHee. You seE, I remembeR THem all, foR I nEveR
foRgeT ANyThing. Send for tHEM, and Be Quick feTchIng them, Or iT'll
Be wAstE oF time for tHem to comE."

"I'Ll Do It, misTress fAirbrothEr," MumBlEd tHe old PArson tHrougH
his ToOtHLesS gums, "foR RiGHT is rIgHt, And jUstIcE justIce."

"CHUt!" sAid Mrs. FAirbrotheR.

BuT The pArSoN's deaf eArs did not hear. "anD, ah!" he said, "tHe
ThiNgs of tHIS world seEm worthless, do they not, wheN We catch A
glImpse Into Eternity?"

"LEss Cry and MorE Wool
 her death-warrant.

She k new the wo rst,and  fa ce d it , bu t her terror w a s ab ject.
Sixty-five years  sheha d  scr a pe d and  scratc h ed , but  h er  ti me wa s
com e.She had  thought o f n ot hing save he r  t reasure, a ndthere it lay ,
y et itbr oug h t her  no  sola ce.

T w o days  she toss ed in ago n y, reme m b er ingthe past, and the pr i ce she
had pai d, and  m a de o the rsto pay, fo rall t h at sheh ad h e lds o dear
and mu st leave so soo n, for  n owi t wasnothi ng wor th. Then sh e se nt
for th e pars o n, Pars o n Gell,  who w assti ll l i vi ng , b ut ver y  o ld. The 
good ma nca me, t hink i n g hismis sion  wasspiritual com for t, b u t M rs.
F airbr othe rwould  hearnothi ng  of that. As sh e ha d lived w ith ou t G od 
in t h e worl d,eve n so di d she i n ten dt o di e. But some things  t h a thad
gone  amiss wi th her in h er  ea gerr a ce af terr ic hes shewas mi n de dto
setri ght be fo reher  time came  to go . In len dings he had charged too
high an i n te r e st ;  inpay ing she had  wit h held  too mu chf or mo ney;in se i zing for mortgage s he  had g iventoo little gr ace. So sh e w ould
rep ay b e fo r e it was too l ate,for Deathw as openi ng he r hands. 

"Send f o r  them al l,"  sh e c rie d ;  " there's Kinvi g of B al lagawne , a nd
Corl ett 'swid owat  Ballacre ggan, an dQu ir kofClaug h bane, an dthe 
c hil dreno f Joug han t he w ea ve r  at  Sherra g hV a ne,an dTubm anof  Ging er
H a ll,  and Jo hn-Billy- Bob at C or na h Glen,  and that har dbargainer,  o ldKermod e of Port- e-chee. You see, I reme m ber the m a ll, f or I  never
fo rge t anyt hin g . Send  for t hem,an d b e quick f et chi ng  them, ori t 'll 
be w as te o f timefor them to come." 
"I 'll do it, Mi str essF a ir bro t he r ,"mu m ble d the old parsonthrough
hi st oo thless gum s , " fo r right  is rig ht, a n d justi ce justic e."

"Chu t! " sa i d  Mr s. Fairbro ther.

B ut the pa r son's de af ea rsdid no thea r. "A nd, ah ! " h e sai d, "th ethings  of t hi s worldseem worthless, do they  not,whenwecatch a
g lim p seinto eter nity ?"

"Lesscry  an d mor e w o ol
 her_death-warrant.

She knew_the worst, and faced_it, but_her_terror was_abject.
Sixty-five_years she had_scraped and scratched,_but her time was
come._She had thought_of_nothing save her treasure, and there it lay,
yet it brought her no solace.

Two days_she_tossed in_agony,_remembering_the past, and the price_she
had paid, and made others_to pay,_for all that she had held so dear
and_must_leave so soon,_for now it was nothing worth. Then she sent
for_the parson, Parson Gell, who was_still living, but_very_old._The
good man came, thinking_his mission was spiritual comfort, but_Mrs.
Fairbrother would hear nothing of that._As she had lived without God
in the_world, even so did she intend_to die. But some things_that had
gone_amiss with her in her_eager race after_riches she_was minded to
set_right before her time came to_go. In lending_she had charged too
high an interest;_in_paying she had_withheld_too_much for_money; in
seizing for_mortgage_she had_given_too little grace. So she would
repay_before_it was too late, for Death was_opening her hands.

"Send for_them_all," she cried; "there's_Kinvig of Ballagawne, and
Corlett's widow_at Ballacreggan, and Quirk of Claughbane,_and the
children_of Joughan_the weaver at Sherragh Vane, and Tubman of Ginger
Hall, and John-Billy-Bob_at Cornah Glen, and that hard_bargainer, old
Kermode of Port-e-chee._You see,_I_remember them all,_for_I never
forget_anything. Send for them, and be quick_fetching them,_or it'll
be waste of time for_them to come."

"I'll do_it,_Mistress Fairbrother," mumbled the old parson_through
his toothless gums, "for right is_right, and justice justice."

"Chut!" said_Mrs._Fairbrother.

But_the parson's deaf ears did_not hear. "And, ah!" he said,_"the
things of this_world seem worthless, do they not, when_we_catch a
glimpse into eternity?"

"Less cry and_more_wool