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He had never passed a lovely stranger on the street, in the old days,

without a thrill of delight and warain, and the

vision only lasted the time it takes a lady to cross the sidewalk froe, he was always a little in love with her, because

she bore about her, soestion of the far-away divinity One does not pass lovely strangers in

the streets of Plattville Miss Briscoe was pretty, but not at all in the

way that Harkless dreamed For five years the lover in him that had loved

so often had been starved of all but drea, he caught sight of a woe street--half-outlined in the darkness under the cathedral arch

of h a true lover's

sigh, and, if he kept enough distance between, fly a yearning fancy that

his lady wandered there

Ever since his university days the i more and

more distinct He had completely settled his mind as to her appearance and

her voice She was tall, almost too tall, he was sure of that; and out of

his consciousness there had grown a sweet and vivacious young face that he

kneas hers Her hair was light-broith gold lustres (he reveled in