The fatal day--so long dreaded--came at last.
A large letter lay on the table in the study one morning, along with the other letters.

He did not recognise the handwriting, and naturally opened it first.

It was a 'Round Robin' from the tenants.

All had signed a memorial, setting forth the depression, and respectfully, even humbly, asking that their case be taken into consideration, and that a percentage be returned, or the rent reduced.

Their heavy land, they pointed out, had been peculiarly difficult to work in such seasons.