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       Ralph Connor

      To Him That Hath: A Tale of the West of Today

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066144159

       TO HIM THAT HATH

       CHAPTER I

       THE GAME

       CHAPTER II

       THE COST OF SACRIFICE

       CHAPTER III

       THE HEATHEN QUEST

       CHAPTER IV

       ANNETTE

       CHAPTER V

       THE RECTORY

       CHAPTER VI

       THE GRIEVANCE COMMITTEE

       CHAPTER VII

       THE FOREMAN

       CHAPTER VIII

       FREE SPEECH

       CHAPTER IX

       THE DAY BEFORE

       CHAPTER X

       THE NIGHT OF VICTORY

       CHAPTER XI

       THE NEW MANAGER

       CHAPTER XII

       LIGHT THAT IS DARKNESS

       CHAPTER XIII

       THE STRIKE

       CHAPTER XIV

       GATHERING CLOUDS

       CHAPTER XV

       THE STORM

       CHAPTER XVI

       A GALLANT FIGHT

       CHAPTER XVII

       SHALL BE GIVEN

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

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      “Forty-Love.”

      “Game! and Set. Six to two.”

      A ripple of cheers ran round the court, followed by a buzz of excited conversation.

      The young men smiled at each other and at their friends on the side lines and proceeded to change courts for the next set, pausing for refreshments on the way.

      “Much too lazy, Captain Jack. I am quite out of patience with you,” cried a young girl whose brown eyes were dancing with mock indignation.

      Captain Jack turned with a slightly bored look on his thin dark face.

      “Too lazy, Frances?” drawled he. “I believe you. But think of the temperature.”

      “You have humiliated me dreadfully,” she said severely.

      “Humiliated you? You shock me. But how, pray?” Captain Jack's eyes opened wide.

      “You, a Canadian, and our best player—at least, you used to be—to allow yourself to be beaten by a—a—” she glanced at his opponent with a defiant smile—“a foreigner.”

      “Oh! I say, Miss Frances,” exclaimed that young man.

      “A foreigner?” exclaimed Captain Jack. “Better not let Adrien hear you.” He turned toward a tall fair girl standing near.

      “What's that?” said the girl. “Did I hear aright?”

      “Well, he's not a Canadian, I mean,” said Frances, sticking to her guns. “Besides, I can't stand Adrien crowing over me. She is already far too English, don-che-know. You have given her one more occasion for triumph over us Colonials.”

      “Ah, this is serious,” said Captain Jack. “But really it is too hot you know for—what shall I say?—International complications.”

      “Jack, you are plain lazy,” said Frances. “You know you are. You don't deserve to win, but if you really would put your back into it—”

      “Oh,