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"Oh!" she cried "Oh! Oh! Listen!"

Froainst him with the joy she took in theup," he said

"It ood weather has co," Dick laughed "Never has the world see Lady Isleton is farrowed of eleven The angoras were brought down thisYou should have seen the matri to break up their amic heaven with h the discussion Listen! There they go now Is that applause? Or is it a riot?"

Arose a thin twittering, like elfin pipings, with sharp pitches and excited shrillnesses, to which Dick and Paula lent delighted ears, till, suddenly, with the abruptness of the truolden lovers ept away, obliterated, in a Gargantuan blast of sound--no less wild, no less musical, no less passionate with love, but i by very vastitude of volume

The eager eyes of the ht instantly the channel past open French s and the screen of the sleeping porch to the road through the lilacs, while they waited breathlessly for the great stallion to appear who truain, unseen, he truhtyIt is the Mountain Lad's It is what he nickers Listen! He sings it again This is what he says: 'Hear me! I am Eros I stamp upon the hills I fill the wide valleys The mares hear rass grows rich and richer, the land is filled with fatness, and the sap is in the trees It is the spring The spring isThe h their mothers before them Hear me! I am Eros I stamp upon the hills, and the wide valleys arethe sound of my approach'"

And Paula pressed closer to her husband, and was pressed, as her lips touched his forehead, and as the pair of the the lilacs, saw it filled with the eruptive vision of Mountain Lad, nat-creature of a man upon his back absurdly small; his eyes wild and desirous, with the blue sheen that surfaces the eyes of stallions; his h spirit, now brushed to burnished knees of impatience, now tossed skyward to utterance of that vast, co call that shook the air