.

BAREBONE'S PRICE.
At Farlingford, forgotten of the world, events move slowly and men's minds assimilate change without shock.

Old people look for death long before it arrives, so that when at last the great change comes it is effected quite calmly.

There is no indecent haste, no scrambling to put a semblance of finish to the incomplete, as there is in the hurried death of cities.

Young faces grow softly mellow without those lines and anxious crow's-feet that mar the features of the middle-aged, who, to earn their daily bread or to kill the tedium of their lives, find it necessary to dwell in streets.
"Loo's home again," men told each other at "The Black Sailor"; and the women, who discussed the matter in the village street, had little to add to this bare piece of news.