The White People

ll it one. I think I really went somewhere and came back. I often wonder why I came back. It was only a short dream, so simple that there is scarcely anything to tell, and perhaps it will not conv

ve ever felt. It was real-real! I wish that I coul

of something, and if I could make her know how REAL that one brief dream had

more exquisite than I had ever seen or known before. Perhaps I was still in my nightgown-I don't know. My feet were bare on the grass, and I wore something

. You see the difficulty is that there are no earthly words to tell it! All my being was ecstasy-pure, light ecstasy! Oh, what poor words- But I know no others. If I said that I was happy-HAPPY!-it would be nothing. I WAS happiness itself, I WAS pure rapture! I di

y face with my hands, a

und words for it, even then. It was such a short time. I only stood and lifted my face and felt the joy of it, the pure

s if my voice were trailing away into silence: 'Oh-h! I-can-lie-down-here-on-the grass

and repose, as if there existed only the soul of beautiful rest. I sank s

s. MacNairn. "

away somewhere. I was wondering why I was there, how I had left the hillside, when I had left it.

her hand i

to describe that. But have I made you feel it at all? Oh! Mrs. Ma

t passionately against her cheek

back stand awakened in that ecstasy-in that ecstasy. And The Fear is nothing. It is only The Dream. The awakening is out

ach heaven itself. The night was made radiant by them. He flung them upward like a shower of stars

irn's low voice said, "t

again I heard him leave

he had left us together for a purpose, but, oh, I did not even remotel

uch, Ysobel," she s

all my heart," I answer

cient for each other. But he began to love you that first day when he watched you

I said. And I was not at all

g. But-but-" She stood up as if she could not remain seated. Involuntarily I stood up with her.

ar my own voice whe

annot

-when all the world has learned the Law at last. But we have not learned it yet. And here we stand! The greatest specialists have told us. There is some fatal flaw i

n there rose before me slowly, but clearly

e," I murmured. "Ou

hey were not really to be torn apart-not really. They were trying to heap up for themselves proof that they might still be near each other. And, above all, his effort

We did not cry or talk, but we clung to each other-we CLUNG. That is all human creat

e said in her low wonder of a voic