PART I When the world’s asleep,I awake and weep,Deeply sighing, say,“Come, O break of day,Lead my feet in my beloved’s way.” MARGARET L. WOODS. When first I knew Aunt Emmy I suppose she was about twenty-eight. I was ten, and I thought her old, but still an agreeable companion, infinitely pleasanter than her father and […]

The only form of human love that atrophies the heart is the love of self. Marion Wright sat in the centre seat of the third row of the stalls, shivering in spite of her sables. It was the dress rehearsal of her first play, that play on which she had spent herself to the verge […]

We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung.RUDYARD KIPLING. The sudden splendour of the afternoon made me lay down my pen, and tempted me afield. It had been a day of storm and great racing cloud-wracks, after a night of hurricane and lashing rain. But in the afternoon the sun had broken through, and […]

There came a man across the moor,Fell and foul of face was he,He left the path by the cross-roads three,And stood in the shadow of the door. MARY COLERIDGE. She stood at her low window with its uneven, wavering glass, and looked out across the prairie. A little snow had fallen, not much, only enough […]