The Quest of the Golden Girl: A Romance

of my mind to Sylvia that evening. No doubt the reader may be a little astonished to hea

nd, whose face Sylvia had not even momentarily banished from my dreams, and whom, with an unaccountable certitude, I still believed to be the woman God had destined for me;

k up along the river-side; and when we were quiet in the moonlight, dappling the lovers' path

,-"Sylvia, I have sought you through the world and found you at last; and

as an irregularity in the road threw he

that I want you

nd I like you very much, and I think you're rather fond of me; but-well, the truth is, I wa

re is neither marrying nor giving in marriage, where in fact nobody minds whether you're ma

less for my being without; and why should one put a yoke round one's neck when nobody expects it? A wedding-ring is like a top-hat,-you only

d just been set the seal of so unmistakable a kiss; but the vision in my heart seemed to smile at me in high and happy triumph. To hav

an go on being chums

e first verse of that famou

, dance for you, and-perhaps-flirt with you; bu

enly broadened into a little circular glade into which the moonlight poured in a silver flood. In the centre of

an impulsive kiss, and springing on to th

e the nightingale and th

moon," said she, "

is a handful of glow-wo

ise of chiffons, Sylvia swayed for a moment with her face full in the

mbs on the haunted banks of the Rhine; it was thus the fairy women flashed their alabaster feet on the fa

g," I said, "that John t

in my arms. "I always want some one to kiss whe

've done anything that seems wonderful,

isn't it, dear?" said Sylvia, her face

which I extemporised for Sylvia on our way home to Yellowsand

ncing 'neat

star in

dancing

k have ta

light her

fairy t

Sylvia i

who is