Hurry along, young people." Crossing the street, they met Miss Tibbs; she was wiping her streaming eyes with the back of her left hand and still mechanically waving her handkerchief with her right.

"Isn't it beautiful ?" she said, not ceasing to flutter, unconsciously, the little square of cambric.

"There was such a throng that I grew faint and had to come away.

I don't mind your seeing me crying.

Pretty near everybody cried when he walked up to the steps and we saw that he was lame." Standing on the outskirts of the crowd, they could hear the mellow ring of Harkless's voice, but only fragments of the speech, for it was rather halting, and was not altogether clear in either rhetoric or delivery; and Mr.Bence could have been a good deal longer in saying what he had to say, and a thousand times more oratorical.