The Argosy — page 172: what you’re looking at

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Was tt a Ghost ? 157 « And do you doubt that you saw a ghost ?” ‘‘T have my own opinion,” she replied ; “‘ but I generally keep it to myself. ‘The world is sceptical in such matters. You, I see, have formed yours.” I looked thoughtfully at her, and was just about to ask if she considered that on the whole this singular phantom had been to her a messenger of good, when the door opened, and her husband, who had been out shooting with the other men, entered the room. Sol said nothing, but slipped away to the centre-table, where I fingered some books and watched. He went up to her at once, and laid his hand for a moment lightly on her shoulder, “Well?” he said, looking down at her. “Well?” she answered, looking up at him. I could only hear his voice, I could only see her face, and yet I knew in an instant that the ghost had made no mistake. de EL.O VE. In this sweet summer, love of mine, When all the garden’s gay, And any man may garlands twine Since flowers for that dear head of thine Grow thick by every way — {I can but do what others do, They do no less than I— I twine and bring my garland too— Love and despair, and rose and rue— That thou mayst throw them by But when cold winds blow by and by And all the garden’s sere, Not other men, but I—but I— Shall seek where hidden violets lie, And pluck them for thee, dear! Not they, but I, shall serve thee best When summer’s leaves are shed ; I shall bring flowers of love and rest, And thou shalt wear them in thy breast, When all ¢/ezy flowers are dead. E. NESBIT. COMIC OOO SS (CO)