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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 26, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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and stare at her. It was not so much,
the physical beauty as the sweetness
of soul, the wistfulness and sadness
that set his heart beating tumult
uously, and, at the same time, seemed
reminiscent of something. He felt he
had seen the girl before this coun
try woman dressed in a homespun
"It was impossible,-of course. Tar
rant began to wonder whether rein
carnation was true, and whether he
had knpwn her in some previous ex
istence that had slipped from his
memory with his birth. Suddenly he
realized that he was behaving rudely.
The girl had turned away and gone
inside the hut
"Tarrant went in, but,, when he en
tered at last, after knocking repeat
edly, he found the hut empty. He de
cided that the girl, alarmed at his be
havior, had gone out of the back.
"Being a gentleman, of course, he
could not stay, but he could not resist
taking some bread, rather stale and
dry, and some cold bacon that he
found on the table. He withdrew with
these into the forest and made a rav
enous meal. Then, tired out, and in
ured to mosquitoes, he fell asleep.
"It was earliest dawn when he
awoke. He opened his eyes in aston
ishment, and at first he could not re
member where he was. Then, all at
once, he saw the girl again, standing
wneie he had seen her before, at the
door of the cabin.
"He approached her very cour
teously, raising his hat. This time
she did not run from him, but stood
still and smiled. He apologized for
having frightened her the night be
fore, and asked her if she could direct
him to his hotel.
"He must have presented a terrific
spectacle, all scratched, dirty and
bruised from his long tramp, and
with the wildness of delirium still is
his eyes. But the girl only smiled
again, and stretched out her hand,
indicating a trail. Tarrant thanked
her, but she went back into the hut
without a word. Afterward he re-
membered that she had not spoken,
to him at alL
"Plunging heavily along the trail,
Tarrant walked till the sua came up;
Then, lifting up his eyes in amaze
ment, he saw, not half a mile away,
his own hotel.
"Fifteen minutes later he was
back, asd ten minutes after that he
was enjoying chicken broth in bed.
After that he slept the clock around.
"When he awakened he told his ad
ventures to the hotelkeeper, who had
formerly been one of the local guides.
But when he mentioned the girl in the
cabin the man was silent Tarrant
pressed him hard.
" 'Who is she?' he Insisted.
"At last the man raised his eyes
sullenly to his. 'She died a score of
years ago,' he answered. 'She was
the wife of the old squire, before the
land was bought by the state. She
died when her baby was born. She
was always kind to folks, and she
loved children.'
"That was all Tarrant could get
out of him. He tried to find the trail
through the woods many times, but
none of the guides admitted knowl
edge of it, and the landlord flatly re
fused to Bhow him. And' Tarrant,
thinking over the' matter, all at once
understood why he thought he had
seen the woman before.
"The look in her eyes was the look
that he used to see in Molly's eyes
long ago, when he courted her, be
fore the rubs and jars of married life
had worn away the sweetness of their
"Tarrant was no fool, and after a
while he began to' piece the warning
together. That look which had so al
lured him, that look which he had
seen in the dead woman's eyes and in
Molly's what was it but the univer
sal, loving soul of woman, embodied
now here, now there, but always
noble and always sweet?
"And Tarrant knew that in loving
Molly he was loving the spiritual
quality which is given to all men in
some form, in life, but it so often

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