The Measure of a Man

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Barr Amelia E.. The Measure of a Man

PREFACE

CHAPTER I. THE GREAT SEA WATERS

CHAPTER II. THE PEOPLE OF THE STORY

CHAPTER III. LOVE VENTURES IN

CHAPTER IV. BROTHERS

CHAPTER V. THE HEARTH FIRE

CHAPTER VI. LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM

CHAPTER VII. SHOCK AND SORROW

CHAPTER VIII. THE GODDESS OF THE TENDER FEET

CHAPTER IX. JOHN INTERFERES IN HARRY'S AFFAIRS

CHAPTER X. AT HER GATES

CHAPTER XI. JANE RECEIVES A LESSON

CHAPTER XII. PROFIT AND LOSS

CHAPTER XIII. THE LOVE THAT NEVER FAILS

SEQUENCES

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I saw a man of God coming over the narrow zigzag path that led across a Shetland peat moss. Swiftly and surely he stepped. Bottomless bogs of black peat-water were on each side of him, but he had neither fear nor hesitation. He walked like one who knew his way was ordered, and when the moss was passed, he pursued his journey over the rocky moor with the same untiring speed. Now and then he sang a few lines, and now and then he lifted his cap, and stood still to listen to the larks. For the larks sing at midnight in the Shetland summer, and to the music of their heaven-soaring songs he set one sweet name, and in the magical radiance over land and sea had that momentary vision of a beloved face which the second-sight of Memory sometimes grants to a pure, unselfish love. Then with a joyful song nestling in his heart, he went rapidly forward. And the night was as the day, for the moon was full and the rosy spears of the Aurora were charging the zenith from every point of the horizon.

Very early he came to a little town. It was asleep and there was no sound of life in it; but a large yacht was lying at the silent pier with steam visible, and he went directly to her. During the full tide she had drifted a few feet from land, but he took the open space like a longer step, walked straight to the wheel, and softly whistled.

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"Yes, sir, middling fine, until we pass Peterhead. At Aberdeen and southward it may be still finer, and you might have a grand sail along the east coast of Scotland and take a look at some of its famous towns."

This pleasant prospect was amply verified. It was soon blue seas and white sea-birds and sunny skies, with a nice little whole-sail breeze in the right direction. But John was not lured by any of the storied towns of the east coast. "What time I can now spare I will give to Edinburgh," he said, in answer to the Captain's suggestion concerning St. Andrews, Aberdeen, Anstruther and Largo. "I am straight for Edinburgh now. I feel as if my holiday was over. I heard the clack of the looms this morning. They need me, I dare say. I suppose we can be in Leith harbor by Saturday night, Captain?"

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