WOODLAND PATHS 



that vanished mate. Perhaps she an- 

 swered finally, for he betook himself off 

 after a little, I hope to a rendezvous. 



While I listened in the silence for the 

 returning call of the kingfisher, a little 

 shore wind came over my shoulder and 

 brought to me the same delicious, sen- 

 suous perfume that I had noticed in the 

 early morning, only where it had then 

 been as slender as a hope it was now rich 

 and full with the joy of fulfilment. I 

 looked back in some wonder at the rocky 

 marsh behind the cove, but now I saw 

 farther than the alders and maples that 

 fringed its edge. 



Just as the golden glow of the cedars in 

 the upland pasture had seemed to come all 

 of a sudden, as if turned up by the pres- 

 sure of a button which made electrical con- 

 nection, and set the machinery of fantasy 



at work, so the inner swamp suddenly 

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