FASHIONING A PIPE. 

   "He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep, cool bed of the river.   * * * * * *   "Hacked and hewed as a great god can, With his hard, bleak steel at the patient reed, Till there was not a sign of the leaf, indeed, To prove it fresh from the river. He cut it short, did the great god Pan,   (How tall it stood in the river!)   Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man, Steadily from the outside ring, And notched the poor, dry, empty thing In holes as he sat by the river.   'This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan, ... 'The only way since gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed.'   ... Yet half a beast is the great god Pan, To laugh as he sits by the river, The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, For the reed which grows nevermore again As a reed with the reeds in the river."   —MRS. BARRETT BROWNING. 

    

    JUDITH MOORE; 

   OR, 

   FASHIONING A PIPE. 

   BY 

   JOANNA E. WOOD. 

   Author of "The Untempered Wind," etc. 

   TORONTO:   THE ONTARIO PUBLISHING CO., Limited 1898. 

   Entered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand eight hundred and ninety-eight, by THE ONTARIO PUBLISHING Co., Limited, at the Department of Agriculture, Ottawa. 

 JUDITH MOORE. 

 CHAPTER I. 

 "Behold a sower went forth to sow." 

 Andrew Cutler, with his graceful and melancholy red Irish setter at his heels, walked swiftly across his fields to the "clearing" one morning late in spring. 

 He was clad in the traditional blue jeans of the countryman, and wore neither coat nor vest; a leathern belt was drawn about his middle. His shirt, open a bit at the throat, and guiltless of collar and tie, displayed a neck such as we see modelled in old bronzes, and of much the 

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