'bout six in the avenin' I was comin' up wi' the calves； when I see somethin' dark lyin' in the strame； close to that big apple tree。 I says to meself： 'Is that a pig…funny place for a pig to get to！' an' I goes up to et； an' I see what 'twas。〃
The old man stopped； his eyes； turned upward； had a bright； suffering look。
〃'Twas the maid； in a little narrer pool ther' that's made by the stoppin' of a rockwhere I see the young gentleman bathin' once or twice。 'Er was lyin' on 'er face in the watter。 There was a plant o' goldie…cups growin' out o' the stone just above 'er'ead。 An' when I come to luke at 'er face； 'twas luvly； butiful； so calm's a baby's… …wonderful butiful et was。 When the doctor saw 'er； 'e said： 〃Er culdn' never a…done it in that little bit o' watter ef' er 'adn't a… been in an extarsy。' Ah！ an' judgin' from 'er face； that was just 'ow she was。 Et made me cry praaper…butiful et was！ 'Twas June then； but she'd afound a little bit of apple…blossom left over somewheres； and stuck et in 'er 'air。 That's why I thinks 'er must abeen in an extarsy； to go to et gay； like that。 Why！ there wasn't more than a fute and 'arf o' watter。 But I tell 'ee one thingthat meadder's 'arnted； I knu et； an' she knu et； an' no one'll persuade me as 'tesn't。 I told 'em what she said to me 'bout bein' burried under th' apple tree。 But I think that turned 'emmade et luke to much 's ef she'd 'ad it in 'er mind deliberate； an' so they burried 'er up 'ere。 Parson we 'ad then was very particular； 'e was。〃
Again the old man drew his hand over the turf。
〃'Tes wonderful； et seems；〃 he added slowly； 〃what maids 'll du for love。 She 'ad a lovin…'eart； I guess 'twas broken。 But us never knu nothin'！〃
He looked up as if for approval of his story； but Ashurst had walked past him as if he were not there。
Up on the top of the hill； beyond where he had spread the lunch； over； out of sight； he lay down on his face。 So had his virtue been rewarded； and 〃the Cyprian；〃 goddess of love； taken her revenge！ And before his eyes； dim with tears； came Megan's face with the sprig of apple blossom in her dark； wet hair。 'What did I do that was wrong？' he thought。 'What did I do？' But he could not answer。 Spring； with its rush of passion； its flowers and song…the spring in his heart and Megan's！ Was it just Love seeking a victim！ The Greek was right； thenthe words of the 〃Hippolytus〃 as true to…day！
〃For mad is the heart of Love； And gold the gleam of his wing； And all to the spell thereof Bend when he makes his spring。 All life that is wild and young In mountain and wave and stream All that of earth is sprung； Or breathes in the red sunbeam； Yea； and Mankind。 O'er all a royal throne； Cyprian； Cyprian； is thine alone！〃
The Greek was right！ Megan！ Poor little Megancoming over the hill！ Megan under the old apple tree waiting and looking！ Megan dead； with beauty printed on her！
A voice said：
〃Oh； there you are！ Look ！〃
Ashurst rose； took his wife's sketch； and stared at it in silence。
〃Is the foreground right； Frank？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃But there's something wanting； isn't there？〃
Ashurst nodded。 Wanting？ The apple tree； the singing； and the gold！
And solemnly he put his lips to her forehead。 It was his silver… wedding day。
1916
THE JURYMAN
〃Don't you see； brother； I was reading yesterday the Gospel about Christ； the little Father； how He suffered； how He walked on the earth。 I suppose you have heard about it？〃
〃Indeed； I have；〃 replied Stepanuitch； 〃but we are people in darkness； we can't read。〃TOLSTOI。
Mr。 Henry Bosengate； of the London Stock Exchange； seated himself in his car that morning during the great war with a sense of injury。 Major in a Volunteer Corps； member of all the local committees； lending this very car to the neighbouring hospital； at times even driving it himself for their benefit； subscribing to funds； so far as his diminished income permittedhe was conscious of being an asset to the country； and one whose time could not be wasted with impunity。 To be summoned to sit on a jury at the local assizes； and not even the grand jury at that！ It was in the nature of an outrage。
Strong and upright； with hazel eyes and dark eyebrows； pinkish…brown cheeks； a forehead white； well…shaped； and getting high； with greyish hair glossy and well…brushed； and a trim moustache； he might have been taken for that colonel of Volunteers which indeed he was in a fair way of becoming。
His wife had followed him out under the porch； and stood bracing her supple body clothed in lilac linen。 Red rambler roses formed a sort of crown to her dark head； her ivory…coloured face had in it just a suggestion of the Japanese。
Mr。 Bosengate spoke through the whirr of the engine：
〃I don't expect to be late； dear。 This business is ridiculous。 There oughtn't to be any crime in these days。〃
His wifeher name was Kathleensmiled。 She looked very pretty and cool； Mr。 Bosengate thought。 To him bound on this dull and stuffy business everything he owned seemed pleasantthe geranium beds beside the gravel drive； his long； red…brick house mellowing decorously in its creepers and ivy； the little clock…tower over stables now converted to a garage； the dovecote； masking at the other end the conservatory which adjoined the billiard…room。 Close to the red…brick lodge his two children； Kate and Harry； ran out from under the acacia trees； and waved to him； scrambling bare…legged on to the low； red； ivy…covered wall which guarded his domain of eleven acres。 Mr。 Bosengate waved back； thinking： 'Jolly coupleby Jove； they are！' Above their heads； through the trees； he could see right away to some Downs； faint in the July heat haze。 And he thought： 'Pretty a spot as one could have got； so close to Town！'
Despite the war he had enjoyed these last two years more than any of the ten since he built 〃Charmleigh〃 and settled down to semi…rural domesticity with his young wife。 There had been a certain piquancy； a savour added to existence； by the country's peril； and all the public service and sacrifice it demanded。 His chauffeur was gone； and one gardener did the work of three。 He enjoyed…positively enjoyed； his committee work； even the serious decline of business and increase of taxation had not much worried one continually conscious of the national crisis and his own part therein。 The country had wanted waking up； wanted a lesson in effort and economy； and the feeling that he had not spared himself in these strenuous times； had given a zest to those quiet pleasures of bed and board which； at his age； even the most patriotic could retain with a good conscience。 He had denied himself many thingsnew clothes； presents for Kathleen and the children； travel； and that pine…apple house which he had been on the point of building when the war broke out； new wine； too； and cigars； and membership of the two Clubs which he had never used in the old days。 The hours had seemed fuller and longer； sleep better earnedwonderful； the things one could do without when put to it！ He turned the car into the high road； driving dreamily for he was in plenty of time。 The war was going pretty well now； he was no fool optimist； but now that conscription was in force； one might reasonably hope for its end within a year。 Then there would be a boom； and one might let oneself go a little。 Visions of theatres and supper with his wife at the Savoy afterwards； and cosy night drives back into the sweet…smelling country behind your own chauffeur once more teased a fancy which even now did not soar beyond the confines of domestic pleasures。 He pictured his wife in new dresses by Jay she was fifteen years younger than himself； and 〃paid for dressing〃 as they said。 He had always delightedas men older than their wives willin the admiration she excited from others not privileged to enjoy her charms。 Her rather queer and ironical beauty； her cool irreproachable wifeliness； was a constant balm to him。 They would give dinner parties again； have their friends down from town； and he would once more enjoy sitting at the foot of the dinner table while Kathleen sat at the head； with the light soft on her ivory shoulders； behind flowers she had arranged in that original way of hers； and fruit which he had grown in his hot…houses； once more he would take legitimate interest in the wine he offered to his guestsonce more stock that Chinese cabinet wherein he kept cigars。 Yesthere was a certain satisfaction in these days of privation； if only from the anticipation they created。
The sprinkling of villas had become continuous on either side of the high road； and women going out to shop； tradesmen's boys delivering victuals； young men in khaki； began to abound。 Now and then a limping or bandaged form would passsome bit of human wreckage； and Mr。 Bosengate would think mechanically： 'Another of those poor devils！ Wonder if we've had his case before us！'
Running his car into the best hotel garage of the little town； he made his way leisurely over to the court。 It stood back from the market…place； and was already lapped by a sea of persons having； as in the outer ring at race meetings； an air of business at which one must not be caught out； together with a soaked or flushed appearance。 Mr。 Bosengate could not resist putting his handkerchief to his nose。 He had carefully drenched it with lavender water； and to this fact owed； perhaps； his immunity from the post of foreman on the jury for； say what you will about the English； they have a deep instinct for affairs。
He found himself second in the front row of the jury box； and through the odour of 〃Sanitas〃 gazed at the judge's face expressionless up there； for all the world like a bewigged bust。 His fellows in the box had that appearance of falling between two classes characteristic of jurymen。 Mr。 Bosengate was not impressed。 On one side of him the foreman sat； a prominent upholsterer； known in the town as 〃Gentleman Fox。〃 His dark and beautifully brushed and oiled hair and moustache； his radiant linen； gold watch and chain； the white piping to his waistcoat； and a habit of never saying 〃Sir〃 had long marked him out from