All Roads Lead to Calvary

as Carleton who ope

olonies. No one knew what had become of him, and Mrs. Denton herself never spoke of him; while her daughter, on whom she had centred all her remaining hopes, had died years ago. To those who remembered the girl, with her weak eyes and wispy ginger coloured hair, it would have seemed comica

as a rebel. Youth should begin where age left off. Had the old lady remembered a faded dogs-eared volume labelled "Oddments" that for many years had rested undisturbed upon

k that all men write

"Experience is untranslatable. We write it in the cipher

he letter Y, she

e remains to listen," and

earn is the last

s to use them, one finds that one has changed them. But in the case of Joan the recollection of these twin "oddments" might have saved

of good women who had battled for the weak and suffering, winning justice for even the uninteresting. Miss Lavery was delighted with them. But when Jo

of the few businesses managed entirely by women; and just now, in particular, if w

ngly dirty; and tired of dropping hints she determined one morning to clean them herself. She climbed a chair and started on a row of shelves where lay the dust o

some mischief," had comme

ntions it seemed impossible to move in it without doing more harm than

. If, thinking only of the rabbits, you prohibited steel rabbit-traps, then you condemned all these worthy people to slow starvation. The local Mayor himself wrote in answer to her article. He drew a moving picture of the sad results that might follow such an ill-considered agitation: hundr

d on sweating then you dislocated the entire structure of the British export clothing trade. Not only would these poor creatures lose their admittedly wretched living-but still a livin

he dirty should be made fit company for the clean than the clean should be brought down to the level of the dirty. It seemed that in doing this you were destroying the independence of the poor. Opposition reformers, in letters scintillatin

ir William. He owned a group of popular provincial newspapers,

ho has done so much for

"little place," it turned out, ran to forty bedrooms, and was surrounded by

r and privilege of being her "True Knight," that, between them, they might accomplish something really useful. There had been some difficulty about his getting up again, Sir William being an elderly gentle

iam slept peacefully in the blue drawing-room; but as it appeared necessary tha

place. The suffering of an occasional harmless caress would have purchased for her power and

t would not even listen to her. It bade or forbade as if one were a chil

to read; and that the public, so far as they could judge, was just about fed up with plans for New Jerusalems at their expense. And the

she met

with suspicion; but by reason of sincerity and braininess was rapidly becoming a power. He was a shy, reserved man with an aristocratic head set upon stooping shoulders. The face was that of a dreamer, but about the mouth there was suggestion of the figh

ause of the fact that, in old age, the mind

select a likely baby and go straight on. But suppose I hang about till eighty and die a childish old gentleman with a mind all gone to see

ckness and babbles childish nonsense. But with returning life he regains his power, goes on increasin

don't believe

and look at them, and wonder and wonder and wonder, till at last there was born a thought and the world became visible. It is curiosity that will lead us

getting excited wh

her in the old student days. "You look so ridiculously young

ir, looking at her; and the tired look she had noticed in his eyes, when

to her; and Miss Greyson crossed over and took his

lp thinking that you ought to suit my brother's paper. He ha

sidered

rticles on the old London Churches-touching upon the people connected wi

intive voice. "It will enable him to judge your style. He's particular about that. Though I'm confid

ng, and posted it; and a day or two later rec

Church and insists on my taking the whole series," Greyso

hed with

"did you think it had

t seemed to me to hav

t like?" sh

uebeard, grim Queen Bess, snarling old Swift, Pope, Addison, Carlyle-the whole grisly crowd of them! I

the questions of the day. Miss Greyson had hitherto conducted it herself, but was wishful as she explained to be relieved of it; so that she might have more time for home affairs. It would necessitate Joan's frequent attendance at the of

r feature. But she was evidently in earnest; and Joan accepted willingly. "Clorinda" grew youn

connected-according to her own account-with the higher pol

ing room, would raise her head and

come off her perch, and find out what the earth feels like. I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll trot you round to Carleton. If you're out for stirring up strife and contention, well, that's his game, too. He'll use you for his beast

leton's private room, and the door closed behind her. The light was dim, and for a moment she could see no one; until C

things," he said. "They're all righ

ere was a trembling in her voice that annoyed her. She was so afraid she might cry. She wasn't out for anything crazy. She wanted only those things done that could be done if the people would but lift their eyes, look into one another's faces, see the wrong and the injustice that was all around them, and swear tha

ectric lamp that stood upon the desk,

anything you like, and down with everything you don't. Be careful not to land me in a libel suit. Call the whole Bench of Bishops hypocrites, and all th

about

on, "that every article is

sudden disma

day. Who takes any notice of them? Why should they listen any the more to you-another cranky highbrow: some old maid, most likely, with a bony throat and a beaky nose. If Woman is goin

and was pac

aced upon his desk, and opened it at the first page. "Johnson's Blacking," he read out, "advertised by a dainty little minx, showing her an

ny in the train stops to look at her. Reads the advertisement because she seems to want him to. Rubber heels. Save your boot

ges. Then flung the

appeals-Motor cars-Soaps-Grand pianos. It's the girl in tight

lf with writing stirring appeals that Orleans would have fallen? She put on a becoming suit of armour and got upon a horse where everyone could see her. Chivalry isn

elf and leant ac

up families on twelve and six a week. Shirt hands working half into the night for three farthings an hour. Stinking dens for men to live in. Degr

ned the door and put h

in Yorkshire,

p. "Much of a

s shoulders. "Three killed, eigh

terest appear

mn?" asked the d

lied Carleton. "Unless s

entleman disappear

friend?" she asked. "Myse

n, and see Finch. It will be for the Sunday Post-the Inset. We use surfaced paper for that and can do you j

ng Gazette. She caught Greyson just as he was leaving

hing his foot in the waste paper basket, he kicked it savagely o

popularized Christianity. Her face has always been woman's fortune

the same words that

" she said. "After all, it's onl

d. "Yes," he said, "it's a

ing by the fire. She h

e up 'Clorinda

ething in Mary's voice caused her,

I shall run them both. It will b

u sign yourse

think," she said

me to dinner with them; but Joan fou