no Idle Days in Patagonia. 



wliere lie had first seen the light ; listening to the 

 bells from the church tower as he had listened to 

 them in childhood, and perhaps for the first time 

 realizing in a dull vague kind of way that it might 

 never more be with him as it had been in the 

 vanished past. Possibly also, the memory of his 

 savage spouse who had loved him many years 

 would add some bitterness to his strange isolated 

 life. For, far away in their old home, she would 

 still wait for him, vainly hoping, fearing much, dim- 

 eyed with sorrow and long watching, yet never 

 seeing his form returning to her out of the mysterious 

 haze of the desert ! 



Poor Damian, and poor wife ! 



