the dead with narrow streets shut in by
close-set houses. The rattle of a trolley car in Rampart Street came
to me faintly as I walked between the rows of tombs; from the river
came the mellow-throated bellow of a steamer's whistle, but both
sounds were muted as though heard from a great distance. The
tomb-lined bastions of Saint Denis hold the present out as firmly as
they hold the memories of the past within.

"Down one aisle and up another I walked, the close-clipped turf
deadening my footfalls so I might have been a ghost come back to haunt
the ancient burial ground, but nowhere was there sign or trace of
Julie. I made the circuit of the labyrinth and finally paused before
one of the more pretentious tombs.

"'Looks as if she'd stood me up,' I murmured. 'If she has, I have a
good excuse to----'

"'But _non, mon coeur_, I have not disappointed you!' a soft voice
whispered in my ear. 'See, I am here.'

"I think I must have jumped at sound of her greeting, for she clapped
her hands delightedly before she put them on my shoulders and turned
her face up for a kiss. 'Silly one,' she chided, 'did you think your
Julie was unfaithful?'

"I put her hands away as gently as I could, for her utter
self-surrender was embarrassing. 'Where were you?' I asked, striving
to make neutral conversation. 'I've been prowling round this graveyard
for the last half-hour, and came through this aisle not a minute ago,
but I didn't see you----'

"'Ah, but I saw you, _cheri_; I have watched you as you made your
solemn rounds like a watchman of the night. _Ohe_, but it was hard to
wait until the sun went down to greet you, _mon petit_!'

"She laughed again, and her mirth was mellowly musical as the gurgle
of cool water poured from a silver vase.

"'How could you have seen me?' I demanded. 'Where were you all this
time?'

"But here, of course,' she answered naively, resting one hand against
the graystone slab that sealed the tomb.

"I shook my head bewilderedly. The tomb, like all the others in the
deeply recessed wall, was of rough cement incrusted with small
seashells, and its sides were straight and blank without a spear of
ivy clinging to them. A sparrow could not have found cover there,
yet....

"Julie raised herself on tiptoe and stretched her arms out right and
left while she looked at me through half-closed, smiling eyes. '_Je
suis engourdie_--I am stiff with sleep,' she told me, stifling a yawn.
'But now that you are come,