In the midst of life; tales of soldiers and civilians . ry gravely, veryearnestly, in the absence of the sunkencheeks, the hollow e3Tes, the lank hair, theslouching gait, the rags, dirt, and youth, canyou not—will you not understand ? Gunny,Im Dumps ! In a moment I was upon my feet and heupon his. I seized him by the lapels of hiscoat and peered into his handsome face inthe deepening darkness. I was breathlesswith excitement. And you are not dead ? I asked, hardlyknowing what I said. Only dead in love, dear. I recoveredfrom the road agents bullet, but this, I fear,is fatal. But about Jack—Mr.
In the midst of life; tales of soldiers and civilians . ry gravely, veryearnestly, in the absence of the sunkencheeks, the hollow e3Tes, the lank hair, theslouching gait, the rags, dirt, and youth, canyou not—will you not understand ? Gunny,Im Dumps ! In a moment I was upon my feet and heupon his. I seized him by the lapels of hiscoat and peered into his handsome face inthe deepening darkness. I was breathlesswith excitement. And you are not dead ? I asked, hardlyknowing what I said. Only dead in love, dear. I recoveredfrom the road agents bullet, but this, I fear,is fatal. But about Jack—Mr. Raynor? Dontyou know— I am ashamed to say, darling, that it 21 Xafcg from IReOborse 313 was through that unworthy persons sugges-tion that I came here from Vienna. Irene, they have roped in your affectionatefriend, Mary Jane Dement. —The worst of it is that there is nomystery. That was an invention of Jack toarouse my curiosity and interest. Jamesis not a Thug. He solemnly assures methat in all his wanderings he has never setfoot in Ibatta tbe Sbepberfc IN the heart of Haita the illusions ofyouth had not been supplanted bythose of age and experience. His thoughtswere pure and pleasant, for his life was sim-ple and his soul devoid of ambition. Herose with the sun, and went forth to pray atthe shrine of Hastur, the god of shepherds,who heard and was pleased. After perform-ance of this pious rite Haita unbarred thegate of the fold, and with a cheerful minddrove his flock afield, eating his morningmeal of curds and oat cake as he went, oc-casionally pausing to add a few berries, coldwith dew, or to drink of the waters thatcame away from the hills to join the streamin the middle of the valley and be bornealong with it, he knew not whither. During the long summer daj% as his sheepcropped the good grass which the gods had 314 Ibaita tbe SbcpberD 315 made to grow for them, or lay with theirfore-legs doubled under their breasts and in-dolently chewed the cud, Haita,
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