They were long gone. The stranger dozed, waked, ate, and dozed again. Margot, accustomed to early hours, also slept soundly, till a fearful shriek roused her. Her patient was wildly kicking and striking at some hideous monster which had settled on his chest and would not be displaced.
“He’s killing me! Help—help! Oh—a—ah!”
[TO BE CONTINUED]
MARCH
With rushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies;
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
Bidding her earliest child arise:
March!