s
Of shadowy granite in a gleaming pass.
_Music that gentlier on the spirit lies_
_Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes._'

"The other boat-load, far down the creek, was singing 'Sweet and low,
wind of the western sea,' and he rested on his oars for us to listen. I
had often repeated that verse to myself when I closed my eyes after a
hard day's study. Nothing falls gentlier than tired eyelids upon tired
eyes, and to have him understand the feeling and admire the poem in the
same way that I did, was such a pleasant sensation, as if I had come
upon a delightful unexplored country, full of pleasant surprises.

"Such thoughts as that about music are the ones I love best, and yet I
never would dream of speaking of such things to Rob or Malcolm, who are
both old and dear friends.

"After all, the coon hunt proved a very small part of the evening's
entertainment, and he must have liked it, for I heard him say to
godmother, as he bade her good night, that if this was a taste of real
Kentucky life, he would like a steady diet of it all the rest of his
days."

CHAPTER XI.

THE FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER

As Betty carefully blotted the last page and placed the stopper in the
ink-bottle, the clock in the hall began to strike, and she realized that
she must have been writing fully an hour. The whole household was astir
now. She would be late to breakfast unless she hurried with her
dressing.

Steps on the gravelled path below the balcony made her peep out between
the vines. Stuart and Doctor Bradford were coming back from an early
stroll about the place. The wistaria clung too closely to the trellis
for them to see her, but, as they crossed the grassy court between the
two wings, they looked up at Eugenia's balcony opposite. Betty looked
too. That bower of golden-hearted roses had drawn her glances more than
once that morning. Now in the midst of it, in a morning dress of pink,
fresh and fair as a blossom herself, stood Eugenia, reaching up for a
half-blown bud above her head. Her sleeves fell back from her graceful
white arms, and as she broke the bud from its stem a shower of
rose-petals fell on her dusky hair and upturned face.

Then Betty saw that Doctor Bradford had passed on into the house,
leaving Stuart standing there with his hat in his hand, smiling up at
the beautiful picture above him.

"Good morrow, Juliet," he called, softly. "Happy is the bride the sun
shines on. Was there