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Winston of the Prairie

CHAPTER XXIV
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The man who would have bread to eat or sell must toil for it, and I, in disregard of it, bade you hold your hand.

Well, we have had our lesson, and we will be wiser another time, but I have felt that my usefulness as your leader is slipping away from me.

This year has shown me that I am getting an old man." Dane kicked the foot of a lad beside him, and glanced at the piano as he stood up.
"Sir," he said simply, "although we have differed about trifles and may do so again, we don't want a better one--and if we did we couldn't find him." A chord from the piano rang through the approving murmurs, and the company rose to their feet before the lad had beaten out the first bar of the jingling rhythm.

Then the voices took it up, and the great hall shook to the rafters with the last "Nobody can deny." Trite as it was, Barrington saw the darker flush in the bronzed faces, and there was a shade of warmer color in his own as he went on again.
"The things one feels the most are those one can least express, and I will not try to tell you how I value your confidence," he said.
"Still, the fact remains that sooner or later I must let the reins fall into younger hands, and there is a man here who will, I fancy, lead you farther than you would ever go with me.

Times change, and he can teach you how those who would do the most for the Dominion need live to-day.
He is also, and I am glad of it, one of us, for traditions do not wholly lose their force and we know that blood will tell.


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