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! The SWIFT SPECIFIC CO.. ATLANTA. GA
an hung it around her neck Then
she nodded to him that twas time to
be goin on their road.
AN tits careful we'll be not to vex
the Little People," said she.
Now they hadn't gone but bit o
the road when they met along with
| queer, crooked little man, that was
| dhrivin' a crooked, queer small cow.
stand out an let. me have the road
for me cow" said he, in thin shaky
voice.
we've your share" answered Eiveen.
What is your COW to me?" But Naive
drew him by to the grass, an waved
her hand to the queer man to go along.
Far batther for We to turn back with
me, Naive the Fair" said the little
man. "'Tis wantin' in happiness yell
be with Eiveen Cold Heart"
"Ay," laughed Naive, but tits not
me own happiness that I'm hopin' to
find"
AN why are We calm me Eiveen
Cold Heart, when it's Eiveen the Swift
is my name?" asked Eiveen, angered.
Look in that same heart, an find
your answer" said the man; an before
they knew what had happened. sure,
from a pipe.
Twas one o. the Little People"
! said Naive "'Tis we'll to speak them
fair, if more should be on the, road"
LAY. there's truth in that" said Eli
veen. An so they went on their way;
| Naive singin' to him to cheer the go
in.
Now twas DRAWN toward night
| when they came in sight OF a small
child. sittin' in the road, where twas
narrow, between two high banks.
Make room for US to pass, SAID
| Eiveen, for he was wantin' to get TO
some restin' place for the night.
First help me out O. this" said the
child "'Tis me foot caught in the
crack O. the stones"
Get it out yourself, an out O my
way" said Eiveen. But Naive knelt
| down an pulled the rough stones aside
with her soft white hands, an the
child stood up.
Far wiser were We to turn your
steps an follow me, Naive the Fair,
said he "'Tis but little love yen win
from Eiveen Cold-Heart."
Naive looked back along the road.
but she shook her head bravely' not
sayin' a word. Twas Eiveen was
| fierce at that.
why are We calm me out o my
manner" said he "'Tis Eiveen the
Swift yen be findin' mel" An he start
ed to catch the child. But there, be-
1 fore he'd stepped fair out O. his tracks,
he could see no child nowhere.
d" 'Tis the Little People are vexed
| when We speak sharp" said Naive.
"Id forgot that" said Eiveen. Next
time I'll have care O. my words"
Now 1t grew fast darker as they
walked on in the narrow path, an the
night birds were calm in the trees.
BY an by they came to wider place,
near the river, where the willows grew;
an under the boughs was light shin
in.
"'Tis a cabin there" said Naive
1--WE may get fire to warm us"
LAY, an food to eat. for I've no
more O. that but crust" said Eiveen.
| An as they came nearer they saw an
old, withered lookin' crone, crouchin'
by the door stone. Eiveen spoke up to
her.
"Is it fire on the hearth We have?"
LAY" said she; there's fire for
warmin' Naive the Fair, but into my
cabin yen come not, Eiveen Cold
Heart"
At this he turned on his heel angry
but Naive drew him to sit on a fall
EN- tree, an heaped up dry sticks. an
| slipped by the old woman into the
cabin, an brought out a lighted turf
to make a bit o. fire on the ground.
Then Eiveen drew out the crust an
gave part to Naive.
"'Tis starved / am" said the old
crone. Have We no bite for me?"
| May" said Eiveen, glad to spite her
for misnamin of him: but Naive broke
her part in two an gave half to the
woman. Then she brought water from
the river in her cup. An as she was
comm back over the grass, the crone
said:
Far safer were We to stay in my
cabin with me, Naive the Fair, than
to be wearin' the sandals from your
feet followin Eiveen Cold Heart"
| Nay" laughed Naive. "'Tis naught
but his own word shall part me from
him while there's service can do to
| help him TO his hearts wish"
If that's what ye're waitin for"
said Eiveen, go your way where We
| will. Ill reach fortune sooner without
We"
AS he spoke these words. the old
crone stood up an pointed her stick at
Naive. but her eyes were on Eiveen.
Go, then" said she. Find your for
tune as we will, an see naught o. Naive
but the want o. her, an the shadow
o her, until we've warmed that cold
heart We carry"
An as Eiveen sprang up from the
log. sure, in place o. Naive in her
white cloak was nothin' but a slender
young white birch tree; an nowhere
was cabin, nor crone. nor so much as
a spark o fire burnin' at all Twas
all alone he was. under the willows. an
no sound but the splashin' o. the run
min river over the stones. in the dark
ness o the night.
Well, he pushed his way here an
there through the trees, lookin' for
Naive. but nowhere could he spy
| CLINT o. the white cloak, an al last.
beln' too weary 10 go farther he lay
down on the turf an slept All through
the night he dreamed o. tFyin' 20 reach
white birch tree. Twas always grow
in Tar ahead, an he never got nigh a.
When FIRST he woke In the m0rnin'
| he felt "A sharp wind blown aeroka