A big-brained, big-hearted American Bishop is the hero of this book. In the story of his daily ministrations among the people of the Adirondack country and particularly of the part that he plays in the fight that is waged against an encroaching railroad, the author has a theme which reveals a beautiful character and is at the same time intensely dramatic.
rowding darkness. The shock and the internal hemorrhage were doing their work fast. The time was short.
Evidently Tom Lansing realised this, for, with a look, he called the girl to him.
Through the seventeen years of her life, since the night when her mother had laid her in her father's arms and died, Ruth Lansing had hardly ever been beyond the reach of her father's voice. They had grown very close together, these two. They had little need of clumsy words between them.
As the girl dropped to her knees, her eyes, wild, eager, rebellious, seared her father with their terror-stricken, unbelieving question.
But she quickly saw the stab of pain that her wild questioning had given him. She crushed back a great, choking sob, and fought bravely with herself until she was able to force into her eyes a look of understanding and great mothering tenderness.
Her father saw the struggle and the look, and blessed her for it with his eyes. Then he said:
"You'll never blame me, Ruth,