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Surprise the Reader in the Least Evening, with the pro,

full of dewy scents, of lengthening shadows, of soft, unaccountable

noises, ofand

yellow Thus, as he went, Barnabas kept his eyes bent thitherward,

and his step was light and his heart sang within hiladness, it

was in the very air, and in the whole fair world was no space for

care or sorrow, for his dreaer-post on the Hawkhurst road, on the stroke of nine Therefore,

as he strode along, being only hu to hihts were all of

Cleone, of the subtle charm of her voice, of the dimple in her chin,

of her small, proud feet, and her thousand sly bewitch beauty, his flesh thrilled and his breath

caught Then, upon the quietude rose a voice near by, that spoke from

where the shadows lay blackest,--a voice low and , oh Lord, how long?"

And, looking within the shadow, Barnabas beheld one who lay face

down upon the grass, and coleaure

Wherefore the heavy head was raised, and thesir? You will grieve, I think, to learn that e unfinished I iveness, for, sir,--Cleone,

my Beatrix is vanished I am--a day too late! Only one day, sir, and

there lies the bitterness"

"Gone!" cried Barnabas, "gone?"