ILLUSTRATIONS["Yes, surrendered. Haven't you sent for money? Haven't you given up? Aren't you trying to run away?"][Ed's innocent suggestion of a house-cleaning was taken by Fergus as a deadly affront][John Bass's blacksmith shop][He pictured himself sitting in the quiet study of the minister, looking sad, sad ...][What a thing is youth! That sunny morning in Hempfield Nort thought that he was drinking the uttermost dregs of life—and yet, somehow, he was able to stand a little aside and enjoy it all]["Well!" exclaimed Nort, drawing a long breath, "I never imagined it would feel so good to be orfunts"][She turned around quickly—but there was no one there to see][After that she opened her heart more and more to me—a little here, a little there]["David, I saw a face looking in at that window"]Illustrations in Text[It sat there in its garden and watched with mild interest the hasty world go by][A very lonely little girl, sitting at a certain place on the third step from the bottom of the stairs][The home of her girlhood seemed dreadfully shabby, small, and old-fashioned][I soon found that every one else in the office, Anthy included, had begun to be interested in Nort]["I tell you, Miss Doane," said Nort, explosively, "the only way to make a success of the Star is to publish the truth about Hempfield——"]["Practical!" he exploded. "You are a blackguard, sir! You are a scoundrel, sir!"][The old Captain was perfect. He was a very pattern of gallantry]["Toys! Mere circus tricks to take in fools!"]["I couldn't stay away another minute. I had to know what the old Captain said and did when the flying machine came to Hempfield"][Fergus stuck his small battered volume of Robert Burns's poems in his pocket—and going out of the back door struck out for the hills]