the north wind, and towered gray-white in the sunshine. Before it a tiny expanse of green sloped gently away to a point where the mount
alley; the silver pool of the lake with its ribbon of a river flung far out; and above it the grays and greens and purples of t
e footpath that disappeared into the forest. Neither, anywhere, was there a h
. There were two bunks, a few rude but comfortable chairs, a table, two music-racks, two violins with their cases, and everywhere books, and scattered sheets of music. Nowhere was there cushion, curtain, or knickknack that told of a woman's taste or touch. On the other hand, neither was there anywhe
f the sputtering suddenly ceased, and at th
led the owne
was no
re?" called the voic
room and hurried to the bunk in the corner. He was a slender lad with short, crisp curls at his ears, and the red of
myself, and the potatoes and the coffe
sitting posture. His cheeks, like the boy's, were red-but not with health. Hi
my little
uld it be?" laughed the boy. "Come!
wild look left his eyes, and the flush his cheeks. His face looked suddenly old and
. The potatoes were soggy, and had the unmistakable taste that comes from a dish
hed a litt
stove was hotter than the rest, and burnt up the bacon in spots; and all the water got out of the potatoes, too,-though THAT didn't matter,
, but he shook
not to be any 'ne
er going to let me try again, father?" Th
if behind them lay a rush of words. But they closed abruptly,
supper, is it? Now, if you please, I'll take some o
too, as he saw how little the boy ate. He sat silent while his son cleared the food and dishes away, and he w
without this last look at his "Silver Lake," as he ca
the sun!" he cried rapturously, as his
stasy, and hearing it, the ma
t!" cried the boy, bounding toward the cabin. I
ed, his face became a battle-ground whereon pride and fear
was moved, David turned to his violin. Always in its quivering strin
imson and gold, was a molten sea on which floated rose-pink cloud-boats. Below, the valley with its lake and river picked
lin, and all this, too, was on
ast strain quivered into silence, the man spok
come. We'll have to g
eringly, his face s
what
-all
r, what do you me
nodded
vid, you didn't think we could alw
turned his eyes once mor
y. "What better place could
it. He was ill, very ill; and he knew it. Yet he also knew that, to David, sickness, pain, and death meant nothing-or, at most, words that h
his father's choosing. For six years that father had thought, planned, breathed, moved, lived for his son. There had been no others in the little cabin. There
ck definition, only definiteness, in the boy's mind. It should be a case where the good and the beautiful should so fill the thoughts that there would be no room for anything else. This had bee
David's surprised questioning at the first dead squ
wake up!" he had cried. Then, after a g
stions; and David had seemed content. But the next day the boy had gone
hat is it
you mea
d the squirrel this morning. He sa
the real squirrel under the
he
country,
he com
N
e want
l hop
fur coat behind him.
have taken
in the woods with his father one morning, he gave a joyous shout. He was standing by the ice-cover
I know now how it i
-Dav
And it leaves its little cold ice-coat behind it just as the squirrel did, too. It does n't need it. I
th relief that his son had found his own expla
h again. It was a man, this time. The
you and me, be dead, father?
ountry ruled over by a great
nd had waited fearfully for the result. But
ther, like the little br
t for him did death spell terror. Because of this David's fat
aid gently. "
rned with
, fa
d women and children waiting for you. You've a beautiful
it here, and I've
u were four when I brought you he
His eyes were again dr
could sail away on that little c
hed and sho
r a way-and we must go soon-soon," he added feverish
blood throbbed at his temples. He was appalled at his weakness. With a
to go! We've got
the
ed blindly, yet in some way
g. The next minute the boy had sprung to