The Jarming lu iug compelled to stay in
doors was not indisposed to talk with the
young stranger, and Brydell had quite a
gift of making himself agreeable. They
sat talking in a large, airy, old-fashioned
hall, with a dry rubbed floor, and the little
girl, Minna, was so pleased with her now
niaintance that she came and perched
herself on the arm of his chair and gazed
f. arl< . sly into ins eves wiUt the grave
i scrutiny of an imiocent girl. Brydell km-v
mueh about country life, ami talked so
! knowingly about cows and pigs an 1 horses
than even Mr. Laurison grew fluent, and
Brydell imagined it would be easy enough
to get work there, and he quickly deter
mined to ark for it.
' “Do you ha . < any trouble getting farm
I labor.'" he asked.
“ll' J'S of .rouble, b’gosh,” answered Mr.
Tamil- in, with -iig/i.-i.-ls. “The negroes all
go ot: about this time of the year for berry
pi-king, just when harvest is coming on,
and th in needs weeding the wor t y-,-
1 ' ««. 1 ve got two men I can count on
tlr.t stay with me the year round, but I
ought to have four on a farm of this
J lore was Bryil-ll’s chance.
“I m l in looking for work,” he said dif
| fidently.
I “I’.irm work. I mean.”
| “You?” shouted Mr. Latirison. "vvnv,
; yon never did any work in your life. Look
at them hands'”
“!‘t -tty brown, T think they are,” an
swered I’.ryd'll, complacently, examining
bis <iwn hands.
