Dallas raised his eyes to the pine, tower- ing in stern dignity a hundred feet above them.
Well," he said feebly, "I noticed it, but kind-a left it t' the last." "Cut it down to-morrow," was the response. The wind was rising, and the tree mut- tered savagely. Luther thought it sounded like a menace, and turned pale. No trou- ble has yet been found that will keep a man awake in the keen air of the pineries after he has been swinging his axe all day, but the sleep of the chopper was so broken with disturbing dreams that night that the beads gathered on his brow, and twice he cri...
Dallas raised his eyes to the pine, tower- ing in stern dignity a hundred feet above them.
Well," he said feebly, "I noticed it, but kind-a left it t' the last." "Cut it down to-morrow," was the response. The wind was rising, and the tree mut- tered savagely. Luther thought it sounded like a menace, and turned pale. No trou- ble has yet been found that will keep a man awake in the keen air of the pineries after he has been swinging his axe all day, but the sleep of the chopper was so broken with disturbing dreams that night that the beads gathered on his brow, and twice he cri...
"Then you may have the second waltz, " she said, in quick contrition
Now you other gentlemen have been dancing any number of times these last fifteen years. But Mr. Roeder is just back from a hard campaign, -- a campaign against fate. My second waltz is his. And I shall dance my best." It happened to be just the right sort of speech. The women tried good-naturedly to make Roeder's evening a pleasant one. They were filled with compassion for a man who had not enjoyed the society of their sex for fifteen years. They found much amuse- ment in leading him thr...
"Then you may have the second waltz, " she said, in quick contrition
Now you other gentlemen have been dancing any number of times these last fifteen years. But Mr. Roeder is just back from a hard campaign, -- a campaign against fate. My second waltz is his. And I shall dance my best." It happened to be just the right sort of speech. The women tried good-naturedly to make Roeder's evening a pleasant one. They were filled with compassion for a man who had not enjoyed the society of their sex for fifteen years. They found much amuse- ment in leading him thr...
He turned, startled, and in the doorway stood Mademoiselle Ninon,
her short skirt belted with a red silk scarf, -- the token of some trapper, -- her ankles protected with fringed leggins, her head covered with a be- ribboned hat of felt, such as the voyageurs wore. "Our devotions will be the only decora- tions we can hang on it. But gratitude is better than blossoms, and humanity more beautiful than green wreaths," said the father, gently. It was a curious thing, and one that he had often noticed himself; he gave this woman -- unworthy as she was -- the bes...
He turned, startled, and in the doorway stood Mademoiselle Ninon,
her short skirt belted with a red silk scarf, -- the token of some trapper, -- her ankles protected with fringed leggins, her head covered with a be- ribboned hat of felt, such as the voyageurs wore. "Our devotions will be the only decora- tions we can hang on it. But gratitude is better than blossoms, and humanity more beautiful than green wreaths," said the father, gently. It was a curious thing, and one that he had often noticed himself; he gave this woman -- unworthy as she was -- the bes...
'Twould be too easy," he answered. "You fear it too little. There are bitterer things."
She rose and met his Grace, who had approached her. Always to his greatness and his noble heart she turned with that new feeling of dependence which her whole life had never brought to her before. His deep eyes, falling on her tenderly as she rose, were filled with protecting concern. Involuntarily he hastened his steps. "Will your Grace take me to my coach?" she said. "I am not well. May I--go?" as gently as a tender, appealing girl. And moved by this, as by her pallor, more than his man&apo...
'Twould be too easy," he answered. "You fear it too little. There are bitterer things."
She rose and met his Grace, who had approached her. Always to his greatness and his noble heart she turned with that new feeling of dependence which her whole life had never brought to her before. His deep eyes, falling on her tenderly as she rose, were filled with protecting concern. Involuntarily he hastened his steps. "Will your Grace take me to my coach?" she said. "I am not well. May I--go?" as gently as a tender, appealing girl. And moved by this, as by her pallor, more than his man&apo...
All that remained of my Lord Dunstanwolde was borne back to his ancestral home, and there laid to rest in the ancient tomb in which his fathers slept.
Many came from town to pay him respect, and the Duke of Osmonde was, as was but fitting, among them. The countess kept her own apartments, and none but her sister, Mistress Anne, beheld her. The night before the final ceremonies she spent sitting by her lord's coffin, and to Anne it seemed that her mood was a stranger one, than ever woman had before been ruled by. She did not weep or moan, and only once kneeled down. In her sweeping black robes she seemed more a majestic creature than sh...
All that remained of my Lord Dunstanwolde was borne back to his ancestral home, and there laid to rest in the ancient tomb in which his fathers slept.
Many came from town to pay him respect, and the Duke of Osmonde was, as was but fitting, among them. The countess kept her own apartments, and none but her sister, Mistress Anne, beheld her. The night before the final ceremonies she spent sitting by her lord's coffin, and to Anne it seemed that her mood was a stranger one, than ever woman had before been ruled by. She did not weep or moan, and only once kneeled down. In her sweeping black robes she seemed more a majestic creature than sh...
