. Mackinac and lake stories. temperament and the deep tides of existencehad them in merciless sweep. Clethera, represented Honore, the rillationis not mix bad with Jules and Melinda. Clethera let the assertion pass unchallenged. And this house, it pretty good house. Youlike it well as de hudder ? It have no loft, responded Clethera, faintly, but de chimney not smoke. We not want de omesick some more, Clethera—eh ? You tink de fools is all marry yet ? Clethera laughed and raised her head from hisarm, but not to look at him or box his ear. Shelooked through the open door at an oblong of littlewo
. Mackinac and lake stories. temperament and the deep tides of existencehad them in merciless sweep. Clethera, represented Honore, the rillationis not mix bad with Jules and Melinda. Clethera let the assertion pass unchallenged. And this house, it pretty good house. Youlike it well as de hudder ? It have no loft, responded Clethera, faintly, but de chimney not smoke. We not want de omesick some more, Clethera—eh ? You tink de fools is all marry yet ? Clethera laughed and raised her head from hisarm, but not to look at him or box his ear. Shelooked through the open door at an oblong of littleworld, where the land was an amethyst strip be-twixt lake and horizon. Across that beloved back-ground she saw the future pass: hale, long yearswith Honore; the piled up wood of winter fires;her own home ; her children—the whole scheme ofsweet and humble living. You tink, after all de folly we have see in defamily, Clethera, you can go de lenk — to getmarry ? I go dat lenk for you, Honore—but not for anyhudder man. 186. he appbabed at the door, and it was hokoee THE BLUE MAN THE lake was like a meadow fall of runningstreams. Far off indeed it seemed frozen,with countless wind-paths traversing the ice,so level and motionless was the surface under agray sky. But summer rioted in verdure over thecliffs to the very beaches. From the high greeneryof the island could be heard the tink-tank of a bellwhere some cow sighed amid the delicious gloom. East of the Giants Stairway in a cove are tworound rocks with young cedars springing from is eas}^ to scramble to the flat top of the first oneand sit in open ambush undetected by worlds majority is unobservant. Childrenwith their nurses, lovers, bicyclists who have lefttheir wheels behind, excursionists — fortunatelyheaded towards this spot in their one availablehour—an endless procession, tramp by on the rough,wave-lapped margin, never wearing it smooth. Amused by the unconsciousness of the review--ed, I found
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