Religion clasped her close in her arms.
The water-oaks were in a golden-brown haze, and the room was full of rich light. But it swam in darkness before the exhausted girl.
A moment after she recovered herself, but Min was well.
The Reprisal
BY H. W. McVICKAR
I
It was the 17th of March, yet the sun shone brilliantly, and the air was soft and balmy as on any July day. Even the good St. Patrick could have found no possible cause for complaint.
Most of the invalids about the hotel had ventured forth upon the terrace, and sat in groups of twos and threes basking in the sunshine. Their more fortunate brethren who were sojourning merely for rest after the arduous duties of a social season had long since taken themselves off to the pursuits best suited to their inclinations and livers.
One exception, however, there was to this general rule. A young man of some thirty years of age, who, seated upon the first step of a series leading from the terrace to the road, seemed quite content