gray the that lived in a hole near the well and especially the whose tail he pulled and screamed till and arrived in black and white o villain i child of strength i this to thy brother on the house top but i know a charm to make him wise as and solomon and now look said she drew from an embroidered bag a handful of see we count seven in the name of god she placed very angry and on the top of his cage and herself between the babe and the bird she cracked and an less white than her teeth this is a true charm my life and do not laugh see i give the one half and the other with careful took his share from between s lips and she kissed the other half into the mouth of the child who ate it slowly with wondering eyes this i will do each day of seven and without doubt he who is ours will be a bold speaker and wise eh what wilt thou be when thou art a man and i am gray headed tucked his fat legs into he could crawl but he was not going to waste the spring of his youth in idle speech he wanted s tail to when he was advanced to the dignity of a silver belt � which with a magic square engraved on silver and hung round his neck made up the greater part of his clothing � he staggered on a perilous journey down the garden to without benefit of clergy and proffered him all his jewels in exchange for one little ride on s horse having seen his mother s mother with in the wept and set the feet on his own gray head in sign of and brought the bold adventurer to his mother s arms that would be a leader of men ere his beard was grown one hot evening while he sat on the roof between his father and mother watching the of the that the city boys flew he demanded a of his own with to fly it because he had a fear of dealing with anything larger than himself and when called him a spark he rose to his feet and answered slowly in defence of his new found individuality hum park hum i am no spark but a man the protest made choke and devote himself very seriously to a consideration of future he need hardly have taken the trouble the delight of that life was too perfect to endure therefore it was taken away as many things are taken away in india � suddenly and without warning the little lord of the house as called him grew sorrowful and complained of pains who had never known the meaning of pain wild with terror watched him through the night and in the dawning of the second day in black and white the life was shaken out of him by fever � the autumn fever it seemed altogether impossible that he could die and neither nor at first believed the evidence of the little body on the then beat her head against the wall and would have flung herself down the well in the garden had not restrained her by main force one mercy only was granted to he rode to his office in broad daylight and found waiting him an unusually heavy mail that de concentrated attention and hard work he was not however alive to this kindness of the gods ill the first shock of a bullet is no more than a brisk pinch the wrecked body does not send in its protest to the soul till ten or fifteen seconds later his pain slowly exactly as he had his happiness and with the same imperious necessity for hiding all trace of it in the beginning he only felt that there had been a loss and that needed comforting where she sat with her head on her knees shivering as from the house top called later all his world and the daily life of it rose up to hurt him it was an outrage that any one of without benefit of clergy the children at the band stand in the evening should be alive and when his own child lay dead it was more than mere pain when one of them touched him and stories told by over fond fathers of their children s latest performances cut him to the quick he could not declare his pain he had neither help comfort nor sympathy and at the end of each weary day would lead him through the hell of self questioning reproach which is reserved for those who have lost a child and believe that with a little � just a little � more care it might have been saved perhaps would say i did not take sufficient heed did i or did i not the sun on the roof that day when he played so long alone and i was � my hair � it may be that the sun then bred the fever if i had warned him from the sun he might have lived but oh my life say that i am thou that i loved him as i love thee say that there is no blame on me or i shall die � i shall die there is no blame � before god none it was written and how could we do aught to save what has been has been let it go beloved he was all my heart to me how can i let the thought go when my arm tells me every night that he is not here o come back to me � come back again and let us be all together as it was before in black and white peace peace for thine own sake and for mine also if thou me � rest by this i know thou dost not 