The Argosy — page 337: what you’re looking at

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320 In the Mist. “Thank you, Mr, Glynn, that’s kind. Can you manage to walk so far, my dear, or shall Noel carry you ?” Winnie essayed a few steps, then paused, looking white and faint. ‘“T think I shall have to trust myself to Noel,” she said shyly, blushing as she looked up at him. He stepped forward, nothing loth, lifting her as easily as if she had been a child. ‘“Yes, you may trust yourself to me, my darling,” I heard him whisper as he passed out. ‘‘ These arms shall guard and serve you faithfully all your life to come.” Winnie made no verbal reply, but the sigh of rest and contentment with which she let her head sink on his shoulder was an answer more eloquent than words. FROM THE GERMAN. AH, love me not! to no one here Has love for me brought gladness yet ; Whatever light I held most dear, In sorrow or 1n death has set. Leave me to tread my path alone, Whether it lie through glow or gloom, The radiance which thy love has thrown Must fade before my coming doom. Since that fond heart has learned to know, And spread for mine its priceless store, Those eyes have lost their laughing glow, That cheek’s fresh roses bloom no more. Shivers my soul with boding chill, Whispers a voice I may not flee— ‘Arm thyself! watch! remember still Life and its dreams are past for thee.” Ah, dearest friend, if all should end Sooner than thou wouldst have me go, One flower, at least, at All Souls’ Feast, Lay on his grave who loved thee so! A. H. D. Eomichbooks. Go