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118 ROBERT DAWSON,

“Well, it must be done. Make up your mind to do
it, and then do it courageously,” thought. I.

Out of bed I jumped, and dressed myself rapidly,
without suffering myself to regret the snug, warm quar-
ters I had left. In spite of headaches sore throat; and
cough, I went bravely on. I ploughed my way to the
office through the drifting snow, built the fire, and got
everything in readiness for the workmen long pefee
they began to appear. ‘Then tying the lantern before
me_.to see the way; I fought with the snow until I
shovelled a respectable path from the house to the
office. Some one besides myself was up in the house.
Several times he appeared at the window, looking out
and watching my progress. While I was alone in the
office, a heavy step ascended the stairs. Not Jones’s,
nor Tomn’s, nor Mr. Farley’s, nor Mr. Simpson’s: Io!
the publisher himself entered? He! such a rich man!
up and seeing about his business so early | I was
amazed. Our office had done much work for him, and
. we all respected him greatly.

- “T thought you were the boy who was not to get up