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The summer had passed, with all its charms of June roses and soft July

showers, with its sweet, long days of sunshine, and its soft, west

winds brine-laden, its flights of happy birds, and its full promise in

orchard and corn-field

Cardo and Val its banks, or sat listening to its trickling music as it hastened

down to the sea; but there was a sadder look on both their faces

Cardo had new lines about his mouth, and Valmai had a wistful look in

her blue eyes; both had an unaccountable pre

sorrowful to coirl had said one day, as she sat

beside her lover, throwing pebbles into the brook, "so, whichover us? Soht tofor ever, do you

think?"

"Nonsense, dearest," said Cardo cheerfully, though the little pucker

between his eyes seemed to speak of the same anxiety and fear "Isn't

the separation which we h to account for all sorts of

fears and depressing thoughts? It is that only which di all the light and

happiness out of my life; but let us cast our fears to the wind,