CHAPTER X. DOROTHY’S TRIUMPH

“Swell out, sad harmonies, From the slow cadence of the gathering years; For Life is bitter-sweet, yet bounds the flood Of human fears. A death-crowned queen, from her hid throne she scatters Smiles and tears

Until Time turn aside, And we slip past him towards the wide increase Of all things beautiful, then finding there Our rest and peace; The mournful strain is ended. Sorrow and song Together cease.”

A. M. BARBER.

ILLUSTRATIONS

THE WITCH’S HEAD HE CLENCHED HIS FISTS AND SHOOK THEM TOWARDS THE DOOR “_BY GEORGE!_” “O, RADIANT-WINGED HOUR!” HUGH KERSHAW FLUNG UP HIS ARMS, WILDLY A SHAPELY KAFIR GIRL THE RESULT WAS STARTLING THIS WAS INDEED A DAVID HE SLOWLY LIFTED THE PISTOL TOWARDS HIS HEAD MR. PLOWDEN LEFT THE HOUSE, WHITE WITH FURY ERNEST DID A BRAVE THING THE LAST CHARGE OF ALSTON’S HORSE HE FOUND HIM LYING ON THE GROUND, WHITE AND STILL AFTER MANY DAYS MAZOOKU’S FAREWELL MAD ATTERLEIGH’S LAST RIDE

THE WITCH’S HEAD