AT the command of Father Forbes, a lad who
was loitering near them went down through the
throng to the bar, and returned with three glasses
of beer. It pleased the Rev. Mr. Ware that the
priest should have taken it for granted that he
would do as the others did. He knocked his glass
against theirs in compliance with a custom strange
to him, but which they seemed to understand very
well. The beer itself was not so agreeable to the
taste as he had expected, but it was cold and
refreshing.

When the boy had returned with the glasses,
the three stood for a moment in silence, medi-
tatively watching the curious scene spread below
them. Beyond the bar, Theron could catch now
through the trees regularly recurring glimpses of
four or five swings in motion. These were
nearest him, and clearest to the vision as well, at
the instant when they reached their highest for-
ward point. The seats were filled with girls,
some of them quite grown young women, and
their curving upward sweep through the air was
disclosing at its climax a remarkable profusion of
white skirts and black stockings.The sight

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