Green Eyes

along a grass-grown road that narrowed to a path used in autumn by hunters. This path at last became only a trail for wild animals. In a soft marshy

The bear appeared to understand, for he reared hims

d a low hill. There she entered a nar

ircle at a respectful distance to witness, she robed her

her, she went through the steps of that weird dance that was to b

to herself. "This is a dance to the dead, to the dead who live foreverm

so zephyr-like her flowing costume, so great the contrast between her and the cumbersome bear, that she seemed at this moment a creature of quite another world. Yet this fairy w

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aving conquered her muskie, had rowed home, docked her boat and entered the cabin. She remained for a few

trail that she exper

ded a clump of dark spruce trees, she came unobserved upon a little woodland fantasy played by a child and a chipmunk. Th

, retreated, then advanced again. The statuesque attitude of the c

tremble. One would have said that th

t of a play continued. The thing w

lf, as she studied the child's every featur

munk sprang forward to grasp t

e sigh? It would seem so. For suddenly, after one s

tion pressed itself upon Florence

been that of an Indian; her attire, never. Florence had

ok up the trail. "Her people have but recently come fro

the Canadian border. Perhaps they have enter

had come to know this well enough when the terrible Panna had kidnapped Jeanne and all but brought her to her death. P

in this forest she would be greatly distur

nclusion of the matter. "Gypsies are ever on the move.

ey reveled in a feast of blueberry m

rudged back to camp through the sweet-smelling forest while th