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"Decidedly," returned Mr Cresswell, with enthusiasratified andof Miss Smith's "sacrifice"

"Positively heroic," added Cresswell, avoiding his sister's eyes

"Of course," Mary Taylor hastened to encourage this turn of the conversation, "there are ree, but I think everybody admires her work"

Mrs Grey wanted particulars "What did you disagree about?" she asked bluntly

"I reely; "I'm afraid Miss Smith does not approve of us white Southerners"

"But you mean to say you can't even advise her?"

"Oh, no; we can But--we're not--er--exactly welcoravely, "the chief criticisroes is, that they not only fail to enlist the sympathy and aid of the best Southerners, but even repel it"

"That is very wrong--very wrong," colishree

"Of course," continued Cresswell, "I am free to confess that I have no personal desire to dabble in philanthropy, or conduct schools of any kind; my hands are full of other matters"

"But it's precisely the advice of such disinterested ed

"Well, I volunteered advice once in this case and I sha'n't repeat the experi Mrs Grey wanted to hear the incident, but the young man was politely reluctant Mary Taylor, however, related the tale of Zora to Mrs Grey's private ear later

"Fortunately," said Mr Vanderpool, "Northerners and Southerners are arriving at a betteron reed "After all, they never were far apart, even in slavery days; both sides were honest and sincere"

All through the dinner Mr Smith had been preoccupied and taciturn Now he abruptly shot a glance at Cresswell

"I suppose that one was right and one rong"

"No," said Cresswell, "both were right"

"I thought the only excuse for fighting was a great Right; if Right is on neither side or simultaneously on both, then War is not only Hell but Damnation"

Mrs Grey looked shocked and Mrs Vanderpool sested

"At any rate," said Cresswell, "we can all agree on helping these poor victims of our quarrel as far as their limited capacity will allow--and no farther, for that is impossible"

Very soon after dinner Charles Sh finance, and the programme of the cotton barons, as unfolded that day, lay heavy on his mind, despite all his philosophy