control himself, but it was of no avail. Suddenly he remembered the bed
of boughs he had made for himself at the place where Kitty had had her
meeting with the Young Doctor the previous day. Before he was shot he
used to sleep in the open in the summer-time. If he could get to sleep
anywhere it would be there.

Hastily dressing himself in flannel shirt and trousers, and dragging a
blanket from the bed, he found his way to the bedroom door, went into
the other room, and felt his way to the front door, which would open
into the night. All at once he was conscious of another presence in the
room, but the folk-song was still beating in his brain, and he reproved
himself for succumbing to fantasy. Finding the front door in the dark,
he opened it and stepped outside. There was no moon, but there were
millions of stars in the blue vault above, and there was enough light
for him to make his way to the place where he had slept "hereaway and
oft."

He knew that the bed of boughs would be dry, but the night would be his,
and the good, cool ground, and the soughing of the pines, and the sweet,
infinitesimal and innumerable sounds of the breathing, sleeping earth.
He found the place and threw himself down. Why, here were green boughs
under him, not the dried remains of what he had placed there! Kitty--it
was Kitty, dear, gay, joyous, various Kitty, who had done this thing,
thinking that he might want to sleep in the open again after his
illness. Kitty--it was she who had so thoughtfully served him; Kitty,
with the instinct of strong, unselfish womanhood, with the gift of the
outdoor life, with the unpurchasable gift of friendship. What a girl she
was! How rich she could make the life of a man!

"Hereaway my heart was soft; when he kissed my happy eyes,
Held my hand, and laid his cheek warm against my brow,
Home I saw upon the earth, heaven stood there in the skies
Whereaway, whereaway goes my lover now?"

How different she was, this child of the West, of Nature, from the
woman he had left behind in England, the sophisticated, well-appointed,
well-controlled girl; too well-controlled even in the first days of
married life; too well-controlled for him who had the rushing impulses
of a Celtic warrior of olden days. Delicate, refined, perfectly
poised, and Kitty beside her like a sunflower to a sprig of heliotrope!
Mona--Kitty, the two names, the two who, so far, had touched his life,
each in her own way, as non