of resin and pitch and tar and spirits of turpentine.
The market, a long, low, wooden structure,
in the middle of the principal street, was filled
with a mass of people of all shades, from blue-
black to Saxon blonde, gabbling and gesticulating
over piles of oysters and clams and freshly caught
fish of varied hue. By ten o'clock the sun was
beating down so fiercely that the glitter of the
white, sandy streets dazzled and pained the eyes
unaccustomed to it, and Rena was glad to be
driven back to the hotel. The travelers left
together on an early afternoon train.

Thus for the time being was severed the last tie
that bound Rena to her narrow past, and for some
time to come the places and the people who had
known her once were to know her no more.

Some few weeks later, Mis' Molly called upon
old Judge Straight with reference to the taxes on
her property.

"Your son came in to see me the other day,"
he remarked. "He seems to have got along."

"Oh, yes, judge, he's done fine, John has; an'
he's took his sister away with him."

"Ah!" exclaimed the judge. Then after a
pause he added, "I hope she may do as well."