``Yes,'' I said, breathlessly.

In the door-way just then stood the
girl with a bonnet in her hand, and at
a nod from him they started up the
hill towards the cottage. They came
down again after a while, he stalking
ahead, and she, after the mountain
fashion, behind. And after this fashion
I saw them at sunset next day pass
over the bridge and into the mouth of
the Gap whence they came. Through
this Gap come strange people and
strange tales from the Kentucky hills.
Over it, sometimes, is the span of a
rainbow.




A TRICK O' TRADE


Stranger, I'm a separATE man, an' I
don't inQUIZite into no man's business;
but you ax me straight, an' I tell ye
straight: You watch ole Tom!

Now, I'll take ole Tom Perkins' word
agin anybody's 'ceptin' when hit comes