They moved to the window near the square of blank wall where Arvida’s portrait had been. For a space they stood there, while the west caught first the faint hue of rose, then flamed in ruby fire. His kiss was fresh upon her lips, and in their eyes the ardour of a passion no longer to be conquered. From a far-off hamlet, where a steeple rose out of the haze, the Angelus came to them; they watched the toilers bow their heads in reverence and plod their way homeward. The broad landscape lay in the mysterious hush of folding night, but they took no thought for time or circumstance. They seated themselves on a low stone bench of the pattern that mediæval builders were wont to carry around the interior walls of churches. He joined the ends of the garland to fashion a chaplet, and, placing it on her massing tresses, crowned her his queen forever.
The End.
“Myrtle Reed has certainly an instinct for the exquisite phrase, delicate touch for an allegory, a capacity for using words somewhat after the fashion of notes in music, to weave together into a melody.”
Milwaukee Sentinel.
A Spinner in the Sun
By MYRTLE REED
Author of “Lavender and Old Lace,” “The Master’s Violin,” etc.
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The thousands who have enjoyed the gentle humor, the story-telling skill, and the delicate sentiment of “Lavender and Old Lace” will find the same qualities in “A Spinner in the Sun.” While striking the chords of humor, pathos, and sentiment, which formerly have never failed to charm Miss Reed’s admirers, it is more likely to please the exacting critic than anything else she has written—and this because it evinces a firmer grasp of character and a more serious grappling with the problems of life. It also has the advantage of an interesting entanglement of plot which throws over it the glamour of romance.