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\ THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. 177 yard, to cast about hima reassuring glance. One morn- ing in December when he came, a trifling alteration in the familiar prospect caught his attention and aroused his wonder. ‘The upper ends of two pickets in the high fence were broken short off near the top. One of the several pieces lay in the snow at the bottom of the fence; the other still hung by a sliver from its place. The janitor shook the woodwork, and his mystification was increased when he found that the two broken pickets were loose. ‘This was such an inexplicable matter that he did not cease to wonder at it. After he had ex- hausted all his theories and had pursued a fruitless investigation till he was forced, from lack of untried means, to give it up, being after the time when he made the discovery, it would still recur to his mind. Some- times he would look suspiciously into the river just with- out the fence, asif he more than half believed that 2 might give the explanation for which he sought, if it would. But such secrets as it had, the river guarded well. ‘he water was very murky and impenetrable just here, in the best of times. Soon after the breaking of the pickets it put a wall of ice upon its surface, the better to keep out prying eyes. But still the two broken pickets rose up shorter than their fellows to remind the curious janitor of the something unexplained. The spring came and the sun melted the ice. It lingered in the pool without the fence longer than any- where else, as if it were loth to go. Fora long time the bitter breath of the dying winter and the warming rays from the April sky fought for the mastery here. It was a terribly chill, melancholy nook, not easily conquered. The weeks came and went, and the birds began to sing even in Ballayoine Place; but when the last vestiges of ~~ “4 - comic! - ‘ ; : — 4 | ' . eee : ; ; tle? OY ' YY ) : ey ; oye { ' : 4 a a - , 5 a. . +J¢ : ’ , , . ' “? 4 (a= sae Se . , a, a - . 4 - ‘ re : 9 ri, ae 4 a a i i as = oF > - - P : Le, Sec reg aes < o ’ Ay ‘ere ke mis. i ee A Se Ae ee Ue den m3 \ Wi thus - eae * pt Meer +» a A a ag ri fers oe ae lod Nae, ee | > Se FS ee > mt? aie te . + a " Ya i oe S - ar, -* y a Se GE OR er an Pa ey le ‘ * \ 2 ip ‘te ‘ Pg 5) PE oP arr .0-<oleginreednaantina an SS rn a a ution = ‘ rs IP ae “ Pte te rt ate > j y aah * ‘ ms ay - » F ate ee ae & . - penhlgradteea-4uaee nt he & Minh af pare See SIA. yy Fs Thee Be ool 7s a , a al Mia’ =e whe =." 9 i “3 phe hie Ga “ORF A Pe oe “abe, she! 4 A te WH eS ULE) Oo Nae i x) . & 4 c ¢ @} @ < ™ ie . ‘. -” ” . - - i we , no na : a z $ = .