Kilmeny of the Orchard

marketable apples, that is plain to be seen. N 0, it’s a most unwholesome locality; and the sooner I make my escape from it the better.”

He glanced about it with a whimsical smile. The light was fading rapidly and the orchard was full of soft, creeping shadows and silences. It seemed to wink sleepy eyes of impish enjoyment at his perplexity. He laid the violin bow down on the old bench.

“ Well, there is no use in my following her, and I have no right to do so even if it were of use. But I certainly wish she hadn’t fled in such evident terror. Eyes like hers were never meant to express anything but tenderness and trust. Why -—why—whg was she so frightened? And who—who-—who—can she be? ”

All the way home, over fields and pas- tures that were beginning to be moonlight silvered, he pondered the mystery.

“ Let me see,” he reflecteda “ Mr. Williamson was describing the Lindsay

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