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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"Darrel of the Blessed Isles"

Presently she began to reach his confidence with sugar. There
was a moment of silence, then strange words came out of his
hiding-place. "Anah jouhan" was all they could make of them, and
they remembered always that odd combination of sounds. They gave
him food, which he ate with eager haste. Then a moment of silence
and an imperative call for more in some strange tongue. When at
last he came out of his hiding-place, he fled from the woman. This
time he sought refuge between the knees of Allen, where soon his
fear gave way to curiosity, and he began to feel her face and gown.
By and by he fell asleep.
They searched the sleigh and shook out the robe and blanket,
finding only a pair of warm bricks.
A Frenchman worked for the Allens that winter, and the name, Trove,
was of his invention.
And so came Sidney Trove, his mind in strange fetters, travelling
out of the land of mystery, in a winter night, to Brier Dale.


II
The Crystal City and the Traveller
The wind, veering, came bitter cold; the rain hardened to hail; the
clouds, changed to brittle nets of frost, and shaken to shreds by
the rough wind, fell hissing in a scatter of snow. Next morning
when Allen opened his door the wind was gone, the sky clear.


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