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The bright sun of circus-day shone into Harkless's , and he awoke to

find hi For a little while he lay content, drowsily

wondering why he s new It was

thus, as a boy, he had wakened on his birthday s, or on Christ happily out of pleasant dreahts that had co only

half-awake in a cheerful borderland, leaving happiness undefined

Theat hisblind; a honeysuckle vine

tapped lightly on the pane Birds were trilling, warbling, whistling Froreeting, and the

barking of dogs What was it ht-

hearted? The breeze brought him the smell of June roses, fresh and sweet

with dew, and then he knehy he had co With that he leaped out of bed, and shouted

loudly: "Zen! Hello, Xenophon!"

In answer, an ancient, very black darky put his head in at the door, his

warped and wrinkled visage showing under his grizzled hair like charred

paper in a fall of pine ashes He said: "Good-mawn', suh Yessuh Hit's

done pump' full Good-mawn', suh"

A few moments later, the colored hty splashing within, while the rafters rang with