Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1894-10-12

as she slowly looked from point to point of
the horizon. The two watched her with
out speaking. Presently she saw them.
She gazed at them for minute, then de-
scended to them. Lawess and Pierre
rose, dofling their hats. She looked at
both moment, and her eyes settled,
steadily glowing, on Pierre. Presently
she held out her hand to him.
81 knew you-yesterday, she said.
Pierre returned the intensity of her gaze
with one deep and strong.
$3.50, Cynthe!" he said. "Sit down
and eat"
He dropped on knee and drew scone
and some fish from the ashes. She sat
facing them, and taking from bag at her
side some wild fruits, ate slowly, saying
nothing. Lawless noticed that her hair
had gone gray at her temples, though she
was but one and twenty years old. Her
face, brown as it was, shone with a white
kind of light, which may or may not have
come from the crucible of her eyes, where
the tragedy of her life was fusing. Law
less could not bear to look long, for the fire
that consumes a body and sets free soul
is not for the sight of the quick. At last she
rose, her body steady, but her hands hav-
ing that tremulous activity of her eyes.
Twill you not stay, Cynthie?' asked
Lawless, very kindly.
She came close to him, and, after search
ing his eyes, said with a smile that almost
hurt him: "When | have found him,
will bring him to your campfire. Last
night the Voice said that he waits for me
where the mist rises from the river at day
break, close to the home of the White
Swan. Do you know where is the home
of the White Swan? Before the frost comes
and the red wolf cries must find him. Win
ter is lifetime of sleep. | will give him honey
and dried meat. / know where we shall
live together. You never saw such roses
Hush | have place where we can hide
-n
Suddenly her gaze became fixed and
dream-like, and she said slowly: "In all
time of our tribulation, in all time of our
wealth, in the hour of death and in the
day of judgment, good Lord, deliver us"
Good Lord, deliver us !" repeated Law
less in low voice.
Without looking at them she slowly
turned away and passed up the hillside,
her eyes scanning the valley as before.
Good Lord deliver us?n again said
Lawless. "Where did she get it?'
"From a book which Fingall left be-
hind"
They watched her til she rounded cliff
and was gone, then they shouldered their
kits and passed up the river on the trail OF
the wapiti.
One month later, when fine white surf
of frost lay on the ground, and the sky
was darkened often by the flight of wild
geese southwark, they came upon hut
perched on a bluff at the edge of clump
pf nippS yyas manning and Wbitp.
faced Mountain shone solemnly clear, with
out a touch of cloud or mist from its
| launches to its crown.
I They knocked at the hut door, and in
answer to a voice entered. The sunlight
streamed in over woman lying upon a
heap of dried flowers in a corner, and a
man kneeling beside her. They came near,
and saw that the woman was Cynthie.
Then Pierre broke out suddenly Elm
! gall!' and caught the kneeling man by the
shoulder. At the sound of his voice the
woman's eyes opened.
"FmgdH'-Oh, FmgdU'' she said, and
reached up hand
The bearded man stopped and caught
her to his breast:
"Cynthe! Poor girl! Oh, my poor
Cynthie!' he said.
In his eyes, as in hers, was sane light
and his voice, as hers, said indescr bable
things.
Her head sank upon his shoulder, her
eyes closed She was asleep. Fngall laid
| her down with a sob in his throat, then he
sat up and clutched Pierre's hand.
'In the East, where the doctors cured
me, | beard he said, pointing to her,
and | came to find her was Just in time.
| | found her yesterday
"And she knew you?" whispered Pierre.
Yes; but the fever came hard after.
He turned aud looked at her, and, kneel-
ing, smoothed away the hair from the
smiling, pathetic face. Poor girlw he
said. Poor girl.'
"She will get well?' asked Pierre
"God grant it, Fingall replied. "She
is be,ter-better.'
Iawless and Pierre softly turned and
stole away, leaving the man alone with the
girl.
The two stood in silence, looking upon the
river beneath. Presently a voice crrpt
through the stiffness. "FJngdU OH, FiH-
9dH'-FmgdU''
1t was the voice of woman returning
from the McCjurc'S Mdguzihe.