SAN JACINTO DAY



possible she was just as ready to help him if he
should ever love again. She hardly thought that
he could do that, though. It seemed so incredible
that he should ever find another as fine and high
and sweet as the Princess Winsome; it was still
more incredible that once having set his mark that
high he could ever look at anything less.
  His powerful, well-trained voice filled the room
with a sweetness that brought an ache to her throat
and sometimes tears to her eyes. Presently Roberta
rummaged out some old, old melodies -" Drink
to me only with thine eyes," and the " Bedouin
Love-song."
  When she asked for that last one, Mary cringed
inwardly, as if she had been hurt herself, so sure
was she that it must bring up painful memories to
Phil. She fully expected to see him lay it aside
with some excuse for not singing it. She remem-
bered as vividly as if it were only last night how
she had sat on the floor of the library at The
Locusts, listening to the notes of his guitar as he
sang to Lloyd outside on the porch:

         "Till the stars are old
           And the sun grows cold
           And the leaves of the Judgment
              Book unfold."



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