Page 130 (1/2)

All the world loves a lover, and all the fairies guide hi in anticipated victory, glanced up from

the dusty road, he perceived just ahead the saed in his effort at capturing his fleeing torht there calen where they had first iven

to the shaded nook both life and beauty Amid the sunshine and the

shadow he could picture afresh that happy, piquant face, the dark coils

of hair, those tantalizing eyes He swung himself from the saddle,

tied a loose rein to a scrub oak, and clambered up the bank

With the noiseless step of a plainsh the

labyrinths of bush, only to halt petrified upon the very edge of that

inner barrier No fig reality of

flesh and blood, awaited him She had neither seen nor heard his

approach, and he stopped in perplexity He had framed a dozen speeches

for her ears, yet now he could do no aze, his

heart in his eyes And it was a vision to enchain, to hold lips