visits. Then he saw his Jane in environments that made him a little
anxious about the future. Surrounded by luxury, a belle and favorite in
society, a constant participator in all kinds of amusement and the
recipient of much attention, how would she like to settle down to the
exact monotony of life at Hatton?

It was well for John that he had none of the Hellenic spirit in him. He
was not tempted to sit down and contemplate his worries. No, the Hebrew
spirit was the nobler one, and he persistently chose it--"get thee forth
into their midst, and whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy
might." John instinctively followed this advice, so that even his
employees noticed his diligence and watchfulness about everything going
on.

In the earliest days of April when spring was making the world fresh and
lovely and filling the balmy air with song, John thought of the home for
himself that he would build and he determined to see the man who was to
dig the foundation that night. He had just received a letter from Jane,
and she said she was weary of London, and longing to be with her dear
mother at Harlow House, or indeed anywhere that would allow her to see
him every day. A very little kindness went a long way with John and such
words lying near his heart made him wonderfully happy. And because he
was happy he was exceedingly busy. Even Greenwood did not trouble him
with observations; and official conversation was reduced to
monosyllables. People came in and left papers and went out without a
word; and there was a pressure on John to "do whatsoever his hand found
to do with all his might."

Suddenly the door was flung open with unrestricted force and noise and
John raised his head to reprove the offender. Instead of this, he rose