The sequel you have been waiting for since reading "Three Weeks,"--the story which points a moral, a clear, well-written exposition of the doctrine, "As ye sow, so shall ye reap."
d fully-developed life lending to his face and form an unusual distinction--even in that land of distinguished men. His companion was a boy of twenty, straight and tall and proud, carrying himself with the regal grace of a Greek god. He was a strong, handsome, healthy, well-built, and well-instructed boy, a boy at whom any one who looked once would be sure to look the second time, even though he could not tell exactly wherein the peculiar charm lay. Both men were fair of hair and blue-eyed, with clear, clean skins and well-bred English faces, and the critical observer could scarcely fail to notice how curiously they resembled each other. Indeed, the younger of the pair might easily have been the replica of the elder's youth.
When they spoke, however, the illusion of resemblance disappeared. In the voice of the Boy was a certain vibrant note that was entirely lacking in the deeper tones of the man--not an accent, nor yet an inflection, but still a quality that lent a subtle suggestion of foreign shores.