The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-04-15

sounds by the shore,
While 1 stand by the roadway-or on
the pavement gray,
I hear it, in the deep hearts core"
W. B. Yeats.
beautiful than the wild crab in full
bloom, against a blue and sunlit sky?
Vernon thought that it would be
difficult. She refined in the Sulta-
ma as she reached the brow of the
hill, and sat as it were immersing
herself in the charm of what she
looked upon.
Before her was spread a wide, lone
land, dipping away from her feet, ris-
ing once more in the distance, Over
all the waste the broom was afire,
like Moses burning bush, in clumps
of ardent gold, blazing among the
turf and the soft dull green of heath
er and young juniper.
The hawthorn was so smothered in
white bloom as to conceal alike TO-
liage and stem-bridal bouquets of in
effable snowdrift purity; they raised
themselves above the furze and yell
low genista, making glory unspeak-
able of gold and silver fragrance and
light.
What insane inaccuracy it seemed
to speak of that enchanted land DIS
waste! The desert rejoiced before
her eyes, and blossomed like the rose
AS she rode, her heart sang, for the
wilderness and the solitary place was
glad for her-glad for the new un-
folding of Gods purposes in the
dawning and developing of another
year.
Down where her eye plunged CRATE
fully into the cool blue gloom IF
dumped pine-trees, she saw the glim-
mer of water. Leaving the moor
land road which she had traversed,
she allowed the Sultana daintily TO
pick her way upon turf which was
like velvet cushions, all among the
ing blue, down to a wee, lonely wa
ter that was just too large to be call
ed pond.
Softly the glossy mare and her ri
der came to the brink, where min
iajure beach of tiny pebbles and fine
ly-gritted sand edged the stiffness of
the mere. A heron, standing at the
far end, dreaming with his thin legs
in the GOODNESS, started at the appa-
rition, and with the least splash van
vanished in the tall reeds which
fringed the farther shore. At a safe
distance from the land there was an
islet, overgrown with sedge, but not
so thickiy that Vernon could spy
through the growth the gleam-
something explained most fully by the
appearance from behind the isle at
signal of the heron's fight, of the
gliding majesty of a noble male swan
who opened his rich orange bill to
hiss at Vernon the stern command
not to disturb the lady of his de-
votion.
A swans nest! Wild swans and a
heron. This place, with it's wild in
habitants and it's absence of boun-
daries, was more like home than any
thing Vernon had found yet: though
never in Vancouver had her eyes rest
ed upon such boom and such haw-
thorn as she saw to-day.
Obeying an irresistible impulse, she
slipped from Sultana's back, and seat
ed herself brooding by the margin
of the pool. The pretty mare, who
was already so devoted that she need
ed no tying up to make her stay
where her mistress was, paced eau
tiously down to the crystal marge and
stepped, foot by foot, into the water,
then stopped her glossy neck and
drank with deep delight
Her mistress looked right and left,
saw only the sunny solitude and the
| inviting GOODNESS. slipped off her shoes
and stockings and, with habit thrown
| over one arm, waded luxuriously into
the shadows. The ripples kissed
her feet with coaxing love- 1t was
as if they said: Come, girl from Il
far country; after all, your blood is