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So she wove her fancies as she walked, until for very weariness she was

fain to remund's arm was

about her to support her; she rested herself upon it They crossed a

stile and recognized, on the right of the path, the graveyard of the

Catholic chapel Thesmaller with

envious keen knife, shone upon the white stones in the burial-ground

The carved Christ upon His cross hung against a silver-grey sky Helena

looked up wearily, bowing to the tragedy Siegmund also looked, and

bowed his head

'Thirty years of earnest love; three years' life like a passionate

ecstasy-and it was finished He was very great and very wonderful I anobly But we are the same; love,

the brief ecstasy, and the end But mine is one rose, and His all the

white beauty in the world' Siegmund felt his heart very heavy, sad, and at fault, in presence of

the Christ Yet he derived co hih his