The Clarion

e apart from the human current she stood, still and expectant. As if to point her out as the chosen of gods and men,

l gracious curves and tender consonances, with a cluster of the trailing arbutus, that first-love of the springtide, clinging at he

nds the homage of every man born of woman. Chill analysis might have judged the mouth, with its delicate, humorous quirk at the corners, too large; the chin too broad, for all its adorable baby dimple; the line of the nose too abrupt, the wider contours lacking something of classic exactitude. But the chillest analysis must have warme

se, had he but known it,-and passed beyond him again. But in that brief moment, the conviction was borne in upon him that sometime, somewhere, he had looked into those eyes before. Puzzled and eager he still stare

aid Dr. Surtaine as

g very outrag

n, laughing. "But I don't think you need apologize to the you

a queer, momentary feeling that

ou recal

, startled. "D

oredly. "You should know. Hers is generally

ible to

t seen her before. But you will again. A

that,

he boys in town are crazy over her. She eats 'em aliv

d Hal lightly. "So long as she plays fair. And

far as that goes. But-well, I'm not goin

it wit

He doesn't altogether ap

moved like a cloud before the wind; like a ship upon the high seas; like the swirl of swift waters above hidden depths. As the pair passed to their car, whi

ends," commented Ha

he fair Esmé can always spare one of thos

ly to his quickened perceptions, it seemed to express the quality of the wearer. Despite her bearing of worldly self-assurance, despite the atmosphere of modishness about her, there was in her charm something wil