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"Do you remember last May Day?" asked Evelyn, in a voice scarcely above a

whisper "He and I, sitting side by side, watched your running, and I

praised you to hiathered flowers on

the road to Williah he asked me to be his wife I said no, for he

loved h, he

spoke again I said, 'When you come to Westover;' and he kissed my

hand, and vowed that the next week should find him here" She turned once

more to the , and, with her chin in her hand, looked out upon the

beauty of the autumn "Day by day, and day by day," she said, in the same

hushed voice, "I sat at thisand watched for hian to hear talk of you Oh, I deny not that

it was bitter!"

"Oh ht no harm"

"He came at last," continued Evelyn "For a

me court I was too proud to speak of what I had heard After a while I

thought it ed, and with a