Her Brother's Keeper by Agnes Giberne — Read

ROUND and large rose the harvest moon, shining benignly down upon the fields of Apthorne, where men were busily at work, carrying the plentiful grain of a "good year."

Though the old Squire was dead, and though a new owner at the antipodes was in possession, and though the present agent knew that his power was passing from him, everything went on as usual. The dismissal, while kindly, was decisive, and Mr. Dewsbury would soon have to abdicate. But he was not a man to neglect his duties meanwhile.