Part 47 (2/2)

”Dis tam' I'll fin' it for sure,” sh the tears, and she whispered, fervently:

”I hope so, brother God love you--always”

It was grief at losing a playmate, a dear and well-beloved colad now that he had never said a word of love to her It added to his pain, but it lightened hers, and that had ever been his wish He gazed on her for a long e which would ever live with hiht of a love as pure and clean as ever any maid had seen, and in his heart a sorrow that would never cease

”Good-bye, li'l' gal,” he said, then dropped her hand and entered his canoe With one great stroke he drove it out and into the flood, then headed away towards the mists and colors of the distant hills, where the Oreads were calling to hih; then, fearing lest they an to sing:

”Chante, rossignol, chante!

Toi qui a le coeur gai; Tu as le coeur a rire Mai j' l' ai-t-a pleurer”

He sang long and lustily, keeping ti his bursting heart After all, was he not a voyageur, and life but a song and a tear, and then a dreahed Meade Burrell, as he watched the receding form of the boatman

”You would have loved him as we do,” said Necia, ”and you would have missed him as ill”

”I hope some time he will be happy”

”As happy as you, my soldier?”

”Yes; but that he can never be,” said her husband; ”for no man could love as I love you”

”Yours is a heart that laughter cheers, Mine is a heart that's full of tears

Long have I loved, I love her yet; Leave her I can, but not forget--”

caer far down the stream And thus Poleon of the Great Heart went away

THE END