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clearly Yisihle in the darh-ncss, her dark brown eyes might haYe suggested moisture. Yes, she had been a fool to have been tricked into arousing llCr own hope so easily, as the un- suspE'Cting cause of this momentary flare of hope had entered a house across the way.
With a look that migl1t have been taken for utter despair enveloping her features, she left the window and crossed the room slowly-yes, very slowly, n.nd in her stop, in the car- riage of her graceful body, one might have detected a trace of weariness-a weariness born of despondency. Upon reaching the bed, she flung herself upon it and buried her face in the soft, white pillow and encircled the mass of dark, brown, bobbed hair with her slender, perfectly molded arms and then lay still-as if asleep.
Outside, a wind had sprung up, not a wind of large pro- portions, but a blowing at least worthy of, notice, as it was sufficient to cause the rattling and shaking of the windows and other loose but necessery segments of this ancient dwell- ing-truly a house of yester-year. The fire upon the hearth was slowly working out its own end, shrinking to total ex- tinction and soon the room would chill and then grow cold. No sound was heard from tl1e bed. Had it not been for the wind, perhaps an occasional stifled sob might have been per- ceived by the ear, but the rattling of the wind seemed ever present; so if these tiny sounds were emitted, there is no proof, e,·en to this day.
II
Paris.... . ."the land of milk and honey'' to almost every one of those beings who are blessed o1· hampered with a. spark o£ artistic temperament.
Down a side street of this much-dreamed-of city walked a man, who in years would have been judged to be nearing the