Uncanny Tales

e could never afterwards say; but she found herself at last at the top of the gre

ld only the memory of a man's footsteps-the eager tread that had never lingered so much as a second's space on its way to her; that h

lay like tears

et lying heavy on her hair. The coldness of her limbs surprised her

sk and she had straightened it all before she realised that there was no longer any need. To-morrow would bring a voice she did not know; woul

d make life-life

nd papers spoke only of an uncompleted task. Gone was the glamour and the promise and the good comradeship. He had taken them all. She faced to-morrow, and to-morrow,

nly she heard

tense with vitality, her mind leapt forward in welcome. He was coming back, coming back! The words hammered themselves out to the rhythm of

ushed imaginary raindrops from her face and strayed

ned and clos

've come back to k

in his stride towards her. Wor

said-it was true, surely? It was cruel of you

ming her, ignoring her resistance. "I must kiss y

you were afraid for me, and you made me afraid, too

let me; you shall let me." His ar

Has a miracle happened-may we

that held no to-morrows, nor any fear of them, nor of herself, nor of anything. The li

my little child! I've come ba

," she said ag