. Book of the Royal blue . d across The rivers rolling main, For in her woodland home that day 1 he light no longer made her heart an empire with A lover on its light had with the lover fled, And she in darkness stoodUpon that unresponsive crag And sighed in solitude. In other years a maiden stood. Whose soul was white, though redAs natures copper was her face; And on her royal head—I lowed underneath a broken heart— Her tresses placed a crownAs regal as the deer-skin web That made her wedding gown. Her weary eyes sought every point; She called, but none replied;Then with
. Book of the Royal blue . d across The rivers rolling main, For in her woodland home that day 1 he light no longer made her heart an empire with A lover on its light had with the lover fled, And she in darkness stoodUpon that unresponsive crag And sighed in solitude. In other years a maiden stood. Whose soul was white, though redAs natures copper was her face; And on her royal head—I lowed underneath a broken heart— Her tresses placed a crownAs regal as the deer-skin web That made her wedding gown. Her weary eyes sought every point; She called, but none replied;Then with a little moan of pain She leaped out toward the ! down, she fluttered like a leaf, Or spirit, and the deepAnd kindly waters gently soothed The broken heart to sleep. In later years an old chief stood Remorseful on that stone;Bowed down by age and grief and shame. He faced himself looking up, as she had looked. He plunged—and down the steepA wraith came forth to meet its mate Below the Lovers INCH SPY. I.\ \. P, kl WW. HIGH spy! Home free! High spy!Home free! •O, it was the sweetest little facethat mortal ever set eyes upon. Shewas peering around a big lilac bushwhere I lay panting and Federal cavalry was after me. Icould see them in the valley below, lessthan half a mile away. I had droppeddown behind this bush in the yard of anold southern mansion to get breath andreconnoiter. If they caught me I would be HighSpy, sure enough; for spy I really was. I was crouching before this sunnymaid of six summers, and she thoughtwe were having a great game of Ispy. She had it High spy, as I be-lieve youngsters generally do. But whohasnt played it. High spy! Home free! she re-peated, and clapping her chubby started to run for home. Howmy heart sank. It was all up with menow. This little one would betray me. I leaped to my feet and ran. Thewoods, or bush, as we of the Southcall it, lay three hundred yards could never reach
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