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c yLgain; unbidden, the ghosts of the
cpast stirred, -whispering together
"I am striving," he said, "to trace
my thoughts." There was dull apol
ogy In his voice. "All ths is not ac
cident you and I here together. I
am haunted by something long for
gotten, something that I am almost
conscious of. When your voice
Bounds I seem to be quivering on' the
verge of memory. ... Do you know
what ijt is 1 have forgotten?"
'She .trembled to her lips. "Have
"Yes a great deal. Is it you I
"Try to remember," she said un
der her breath.
"Remember? Godknows I am try
ing. Begin with me, will you?"
"Yes; let us begin together. You
"Yes, I was hurt."
"In a battle."
"I was hurt in a skirmish."
"Where?" she whispered.
"Why, on the Subig," he answered,
surprised; "I was In the Philippine
He sat bolt upright, electrified, and
struck his knee sharply with the flat
of his wasted hand.
"Do you know," he said excitedly,
"that until this" very instant I have
not thought of the Philippine scouts.
Isn't that extraordinary?"
She strove to speak; her breast
rose and fell, and she closed her lips
And afterward, long afterward,
x when the sunshine painted orange
patches on the westward tree trunks
and a haze veiled the taller spires,
she reminded him of the great trout;
but he would not go without her; so
together they descended to the
stream's edge. t
Floating in the canoe there
through the .mellow light, he remem
bered that he had left his rod ashore,
'but would not go back, and she
laughed outright, through the thread
of the soe; she had been liummlng:
"Fate is a dragon,
Faith the slim shape that braves it:
Hope holds the stirrup-cup
Drain it who craves it!" '
She smiled, singing carelessly:
"Who are thou, young and brave?"
"There is more," he said, watch
ing her intently.
"How do you know?"
"I know that song. I remember it,
and there is more to it!"
"Is it this, then?" and she sang
"Life is but slumber,
Love the sad dream that haunts it,
Death Is thy waking gift;
Take it who wants It!
"Who art thou, young and. brave?"
He sat for a long while, very still,
head buried 1n his hands. A mist
veiled water and trees; through it
the setting sun sent fiery shafts
through the mountain cleft. And
when the last crimson shaft was
sped and tree and water faded into
darker harmony, the canoe had drift
ed far downstream, and now lay still
in the shoreward sands; and they
stood togetner on tne waters edge.
Her fingers had become Interlock
ed with his; she half withdrew them,
"If is strange that our names
should be the same," he said.
"Yes; I know itjaow. I ha.ve been
ill. God alone knows what my hurt
has done me. There, is a doctor at
the house; he's been with me for a
long time a long time. I I won
der why? I wonder if it was because
I had forgotten even my own
name. . . . Who are you who bear
She swayed almost imperceptibly
where she stood; he lifted both her
hands and laid them against his lips,
looking deep into her eyes.
"Who are you, bearing my name?"
he whispered. "Unclose your eyes
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