softened and deepened by the yellow light of the setting sun.
"If I were obliged to say what was the most beautiful thing in all Newport, I should say the turf of this orchard, in the afternoon."
Gladys was the speaker.
"And you say that you never see anything that is beautiful," Farwell remarked.
"I should n't have seen it if I had not been with you, Cid."
As they rode down Bellevue Avenue to Mrs. Fallow-Deer's house, which was situated on the cliffs, Larkington made himself very agreeable to Farwell, who received the advances of the Englishman cordially.
The two gentlemen then took leave of Miss Carleton, Farwell lifting her from her horse in a matter-of-course manner.
At the moment in which her palm lay upon his shoulder, and his hands spanned her slender waist, she gave a little tired sigh, almost like a child's. She smiled with her
