strange, almost holy, solemnity,--a hushing, slender
melody full of austerity and aloofness. There was some-
thing in it to set her heart beating. She yearned to it
with her ears and her lips. Was it joy, menace, careless-
ness? She did not know, but this she did know, that
however terrible it was personal to her. It was her un-
born thought strangely audible and felt rather than
understood.

On that day she did not see anybody either. She drove
her charges home in the evening listlessly and the beasts
also were very quiet.

When the music came again she made no effort to dis-
cover where it came from. She only listened, and when
the tune was ended she saw a figure rise from the fold
of a little hill. The sunlight was gleaming from his arms
and shoulders but the rest of his body was hidden by the
bracken, and he did not look at her as he went away
playing softly on a double pipe.

The next day he did look at her. He stood waist-
deep in greenery fronting her squarely. She had never
seen so strange a face before. Her eyes almost died on
him as she gazed and he returned her look for a long
minute with an intent, expressionless regard. His hair
was a cluster of brown curls, his nose was little and
straight, and his wide mouth drooped sadly at the cor-
ners. His eyes were wide and most mournful, and his
forehead was very broad and white. His sad eyes and