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Noble Dill ca, a youth in blossoarden beds in the dim yards up and down Julia's Street All cooled and bathed and in new clothes of white, he took his thrilled walk through the deep suht, on his way to that ineffable Front Porch where sat Julia, irlish little new moon had perished na&iuone; blue evening held the quiet world; and overhead, between the branches of the ht that were to twinkle on generations of young lovers after Noble Dill, each one, like Noble, walking the sahts to see the Prettiest Girl of All

Now and then there ca ears of the pedestrian aafter the day's labour, or a tinkle of laughter fro Julia) sat on verandas vacant of beauty and gla and disdainful pity; he pitied everything in the world that was not on the way to starry Julia

Eight nights had passed since he, himself, had seen her, but to-day she had replied (over the telephone) that Mr Atwater seeht be no breach of tact for Noble to call that evening--especially as she would be on the veranda, and he needn't ring the bell Would she be alone--for once? It was i up the street, another already sat beside Julia, sharing with her the wicker settee on the di poet Newland had, as usual, a new poem with him; and as others had proved of late that they could sit on Julia's veranda as long as he could, he had seized the first opportunity to familiarize her with this latest work

The veranda was dark, and to go indoors to the light ht have involved too close a juxtaposition to peculiar old Mr Atwater as in the library; but the resourceful Newland, foreseeing everything, had brought with hiht to illumine his manuscript "It's _vers libre_, of course," he said as he ht over the sheets of scribbled paper "I think I told you I was beginning to give all the old forht to master it"