The Third Violet

he falls, wagged his tail in friendly greeting. He was braced warily, so that i

cted from the pines of the hill across the stream. Hawker la

ing to think of beyond just liv

ou mean art?

be finer, at any rate,

is-it must be," he said. "But

You couldn't stop. It's dreadful to talk like that

ybe they are. I don't know. So

to be so much more contented tha

you are not 'just

have thought about in my life, I can't

talk that way

that life should be so

wish for," he answered,

not. I am

ut

or, would have to be Providence. There ar

re they?" he

dding her head, "no one knows.

are very un

ha

asonable. If I wer

d and turned up

at her. "You are, you k

crags. At last she said, "Yo

a man of the world. Whenever I meet heiresses I always have the deepest admiration." As he said this he wore a brave

long grass and cont

n a Chinese soldier

e clod at Stanley and

fically unbearable person

clump on the head was not intended as a sign of serious displeasure

o delight in making people

ars, Hawker leaned back and surveyed his fa

u d

I d

most terrible things as if you

d I say, now?

the most extraordinary admiration f

t sentiment?" he said. "You

terly det

ullenly. "I consider it a t

the falls. Far below her a bough of a hemlock drooped to the water, and each swirling

some ants scurrying in the moss, and he at

animal as large as a dog will sometimes be

then thrust his head forward to see wh

his master and the partridges. He is lost to all other sound and movement. He moves through the woods li

anley was pretending that this was a reason for excitement

y interested in the movements of the little ants, and as childish and ridiculous ov

ns, and he told his master that the ants were the mo

ever hear the legend of those rocks yonder? Over there where I am pointing? Where I'm pointing? Did yo