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"9 ‘THE LOST CACHE, and more minutes followed them, but he did not return. -She - became Jonesome and began to feel uneasy. She thought that she would enliven the solitude and drive away unpleasant fancies, by a little music, and she sung, with a clear and rich voice, a stanza which spoke inquiringly gars i: that ideal sOver : ‘ “When willhe come tome, | Over the land or sea, He that I love as I love my life ? How will he speak to me, Asking that I will be « - Ever and ever his own dear wife?” As the sound 6f her voice died away on the night air, she was startled at hearing another voice, low but manly, singing what seemed to be a reply. She did not understand the first part of the melody, but the last words, she was certain, were such as these: ** Soon he will ask it of you, He, the brave and the true, Ask you to be his own dear wife.” ” ‘What could it mean? Was it a fancy, bred of the moon- beams? Was it the spirit of prophecy speaking to her, or were there other spirits abroad, there in the vast wilderness ? Or was it really the voice of a man that she had heard, seem- ing to come from across the chasm? Could there be such a thing as a “sly flirtation” in that solitary place? Whatever it might be, she was obliged to confess that she . was frightened, and her heart beat so fast that she could not — have sung another note if she had been so inclined. She arose silently, and stepped to the edge of the gully to call her bro- ther, but she met him coming up, and noticed that he, also, seemed surprised and startled. “What is the matter, Kate?” he asked. “Have you heard any thing ?” “Yes; have you?” | <“T heard you singing, and thought I heard another voice. What did you hear ?” “You heard it, John? Then it was real. I feared that it might be a spirit. I felt lonesome, John, and sung a little, to keep my spirits up while you were gone, and I had hardly comicbooks.com