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Her voice died away, and she looked again at the water The storekeeper

sat down upon the bank, between the hillock and the fiery vine, and his

keen eyes watched her closely "The river," she said at last,--I like to

watch it There was a tily Nohen I can steal away, I come to the river always I watch

it and watch it, and think All that you give it is taken so surely,

and hurried away, and buried out of sight forever A little while ago I

pulled a spray of farewell summer, and went down there where the bank

shelves and gave it to the river It was gone in a moment for all that the

stream seems so stealthy and slow"

"The streahlander "In the west, beneath

the sun, it h the lier than the woods,--black

and terrible! Once I loved theo" She put her

chin upon her hand, and again studied the river "Long ago," she said,

beneath her breath

There was a silence; then, "Mr Haward is at Fair View again," announced

the storekeeper

The girl's face twitched

"He has been nigh to death," went on her informant "There were days when

I looked for no ht when I held above his lips a