SON OF THE WIND
only shade in this section of country," she remarked. "I found it all by myself." And, leaving him to fasten the horses, she turned into a little, lightly worn pathway, and walked forward through the trees. Following her presently, he found her sitting on the other side of the grove, leaning against an ancient cedar bole. Her head was dropped back until it rested upon the rough bark, and she was gazing up into the solid shade above her head. With a sigh he stretched himself full-length on the ground beside her. A feeling of peace was upon the place. Not a shadow moved on the bright blanched landscape before them. The mild gloom where they sat was unbroken by even a diamond point of light. Her body had passed from vivid activity into complete repose. Even the fingers that lay near his were relaxed. Her breast rose and fell gently with lengthening breath. When she looked at him she only moved her eyes. "Don't you think my treesare wonderful?" she said.
Carron looked critically upward. "They are a rather unusually hard-featured lot. I seem to see a good many fists shaken up there in those branches, and that old fellow you seem to have confidence in looks just ready to murder me."
"Oh, that's why they are beautiful. They are like a lot of brigands. I love them!" Her large
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