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When he was gone, Haward, left alone, looked for a while upon the heights

of stars "I too shall dreaht," he breathed to hi froaunt, bare, and

river, sadness and vague fear took sudden possession of his soul He spoke

her naarden It was

the garden of the dying year, and the change that in thehe had

sain Nohen

on the arden, it must be

down dank and leaf-strewn paths, past yellow and broken stalks, with here

and there wan ghosts of flowers

He caainst the carven

words that, so often as they had stood there together, she had traced with

her finger "Love! thou old, now iron, but never again dull lead! Death"--He paused; then,

"There shall be no death," he said, and left the withered garden for the

lonely, echoing house