ellow fields and hear the soft melody of reaping from the valley around them。 He and Ruth often walked together； but Miss Ainslie never would go with them。 She stayed quietly at home； as she had done for many years。
Every night； when the last train came from the city； she put a lighted candle in her front window； using always the candlestick of solid silver； covered with fretwork in intricate design。 If Winfield was there； she managed to have him and Ruth in another room。 At half…past ten； she took it away； sighing softly as she put out the light。
Ruth wondered； but said nothing； even to Winfield。 The grain in the valley was bound in sheaves； and the first colour came on the maplessometimes in a delicate flush； or a flash of gold； and sometimes like a blood…red wound。
One morning； when Miss Ainslie came downstairs； Ruth was startled at the change in her。 The quick； light step was slow and heavy； the broad； straight shoulders drooped a little； and her face； while still dimpled and fair； was subtly different。 Behind her deep； violet eyes lay an unspeakable sadness and the rosy tints were gone。 Her face was as pure and cold as marble； with the peace of the dead laid upon it。 She seemed to have grown old in a single night。
All day she said little or nothing and would not eat。 She simply sat still； looking out of the east window。 〃No；〃 she said； gently； to Ruth； 〃nothing is the matter； deary； I'm just tired。〃
When Winfield came； she kept him away from Miss Ainslie without seeming to do so。 〃Let's go for a walk；〃 she said。 She tried to speak lightly； but there was a lump in her throat and a tightening at her heart。
They climbed the hill and took the side path which led to the woods； following it down and through the aisles of trees； to the log across the path。 Ruth was troubled and sat there some little time without speaking； then suddenly； she knew that something was wrong with Carl。
Her heart was filled with strange foreboding and she vainly tried to swallow the persistent lump in her throat。 She spoke to him； gently； once or twice and he did not seem to hear。 〃Carl！〃 she cried in agony； 〃Carl！ What is it？〃
He tried to shake off the spell which lay upon him。 〃Nothing； darling；〃 he said unsteadily； with something of the old tenderness。 〃I'm weakand foolishthat's all。〃
〃Carl！ Dearest！〃 she cried； and then broke down； sobbing bitterly。
Her tears aroused him and he tried to soothe her。 〃Ruth； my darling girl； don't cry。 We have each other； sweetheart； and it doesn't matternothing matters in the whole； wide world。〃
After a little； she regained her self…control。
〃Come out into the sun；〃 he said； 〃it's ghostly here。 You don't seem real to me； Ruth。〃
The mist filled her eyes again。 〃Don't； darling；〃 he pleaded； 〃I'll try to tell you。〃
They sat down on the hillside； where the sun shone brightly； and where they could see Miss Ainslie's house plainly。 She waited； frightened and suffering； for what seemed an eternity； before he spoke。
〃Last night； Ruth；〃 he began； 〃my father came to me in a dream。 You know he died when I was about twelve years old； and last night I saw him as he would have been if he had lived until nowsomething over sixty。 His hair and beard were matted and there was the most awful expression in his eyesit makes me shudder yet。 He was in his grave clothes； dead and yet not dead。 He was sufferingthere was something he was trying to say to me； something he wanted to explain。 We were out here on the hill in the moonlight and I could see Miss Ainslie's house and hear the surf behind the cliff。 All he could say to me was： 'AbbyMaryMary AbbysheMary；' over and over again。 Once he said 'mother。' Abby was my mother's name。
〃It is terrible；〃 he went on。 〃I can't understand it。 There is something I must do； and I don't know what it is。 A command is laid on me by the deadthere is some wrong for which I must atone。 When I first awoke； I thought it was a dream； but it isn't； it's real。 It seems as though that was the real world； and thisall our love and happiness； and you； were just dreams。 I can't bear it； Ruth！〃
He shuddered； and she tried to comfort him； though she was cold as a marble statue and her lips moved with difficulty。 〃Don't； dear；〃 she said； 〃It was only a dream。 I've had them sometimes； so vividly that they haunted me for days and； as you say； it seemed as if that was the real world and this the dream。 I know how you feelthose things aren't pleasant； but there's nothing we can do。 It makes one feel so helpless。 The affairs of the day are largely under our control； but at night； when the body is asleep； the mind harks back to things that have been forgotten for years。 It takes a fevered fancy as a fact； and builds upon it a whole series of disasters。 It gives trivial things great signif！cance and turns life upside down。 Remembering it is the worst of all。〃
〃There's something I can't get at； Ruth；〃 he answered。 〃It's just out of my reach。 I know it's reasonable to suppose it was a dream and that it can be explained by natural causes； but I don't dream very often。〃
〃I dream every night；〃 she said。 〃Sometimes they're just silly； foolish things and sometimes they're vivid and horrible realities that I can't forget for weeks。 But； surely； dear； we're not foolish enough to believe in dreams？〃
〃No； I hope not；〃 he replied； doubtfully。
〃Let's go for a little walk；〃 she said； 〃and we'll forget it。〃
Then she told him how changed Miss Ainslie was and how she had left her； sitting aimlessly by the window。 〃I don't think I'd better stay away long；〃 she concluded； 〃she may need me。〃
〃I won't be selfish； Ruth； we'll go back now。 〃I'm sorry Miss Ainslie isn't well。〃
〃She said she was 'just tired' but it isn't like her to be tired。 She doesn't seem to want anybody near her； but you can sit in the garden this afternoon； if you'd like to； and I'll flit in and out like an industrious butterfly。 Some new books have just come； and I'll leave them in the arbour for you。〃
〃All right； dear； and if there's anything I can do； I hope you'll tell me。〃
As they approached the house； a brisk little man hurried out of the gate and went toward the village。
〃Who's that？〃 asked Winfield。
〃I don't knowsome one who has brought something； probably。 I trust she's better。〃
Miss Ainslie seemed more like herself； as she moved about the house； dusting and putting the rooms in order； as was her wont。 At noon she fried a bit of chicken for Ruth； but took nothing herself except a cup of tea。
〃No； deary；〃 she said； in answer to Ruth's anxious question； 〃I'm all rightdon't fret about me。〃 〃Have you any pain； Miss Ainslie？〃
〃No； of course I haven't； you foolish child！〃
She tried to smile； but her white lips quivered pitifully。
In the afternoon； when she said she was cold； Ruth made a fire in the open fireplace； and wheeled Miss Ainslie's favourite chair in front of it。 She drew her shawl about her shoulders and leaned back。
〃I'm so comfortable； now； she said drowsily； 〃I think I'm going to sleep； dear。〃
Ruth sat by her； pretending to read； but； in reality； watching her closely； until the deep； regular breathing assured her that she was asleep。 She went out into the garden and found Winfield in the arbour。
〃How's this patient？〃 she asked； kissing him lightly on the forehead。
〃I'm all right； dearest；〃 he answered； drawing her down beside him； 〃and I'm ashamed of myself because I was so foolish。〃
During the afternoon Ruth made frequent trips to the house； each time finding Miss Ainslie sound asleep。 It was after six o'clock when she woke and rubbed her eyes； wonderingly。
〃How long have I been asleep； Ruth？〃
〃All the afternoon； Miss Ainsliedo you feel better now？〃
〃Yes； I think I do。 I didn't sleep last night； but it's been years since I've taken a nap in the daytime。〃
Ruth invited Carl to supper； and made them both sit still while she prepared the simple meal； which； as he said； was 〃astonishingly good。〃 He was quite himself again； but Miss Ainslie； though trying to assume her old manner； had undergone a great change。
Carl helped Ruth with the dishes； saying he supposed he might as well become accustomed to it； and； feeling the need of s！eep； went home very early。
〃I'm all right；〃 he said to Ruth； as he kissed her at the door； 〃and you're just the sweetest girl in the world。 Good night； darling。〃
A chill mist came inland； and Ruth kept pine knots burning in the fireplace。 They sat without other light； Miss Ainslie with her head resting upon her hand； and Ruth watching her narrowly。 Now and then they spoke aimlessly； of commonplaces。
When the last train came in； Miss Ainslie raised her eyes to the silver candlestick that stood on the mantel and sighed。
〃Shall I put the light in the window？〃 asked Ruth。
It was a long time before Miss Ainslie answered。
〃No； deary；〃 she said sadly； 〃never any more。〃
She was trying to hide her suffering； and Ruth's heart ached for her in vain。 The sound of the train died away in the distance and the firelight faded。
〃Ruth；〃 she said； in a low voice； 〃I am going away。〃
〃Away； Miss Ainslie？ Where？〃
〃I don't know； dearit's where we all go'the undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveller returns。' Sometimes it's a long journey and sometimes a short one； but we all take italoneat the last。〃
Ruth's heart throbbed violently； then stood still。
〃Don't！〃 she cried； sharply。
〃I'm not afraid； dear； and I'm ready to go； even though you have made me so happyyou and he。〃
Miss Ainslie waited a moment； then continued； in a different tone：
〃To…day the lawyer came and made my will。 I haven't muchjust this little house； a small income paid semi…annually； and mymy things。 All my things are for youthe house and the income are forfor him。〃
Ruth was crying softly and Miss Ainslie went to her； laying her hand caressingly upon the bowed head。 〃Don't； deary；〃 she pleaded； 〃don't be unhappy。 I'm not afraid。 I'm just going to sleep； that's all； to wake in immortal dawn。 I want you and him to have my things； because I love youbecause I've always loved you； and because I willeven afterward。〃
Ruth choked down her sobs； and Miss Ainslie drew her chair closer； taking the girl's cold hand in hers。 That touch； so s