“Yet some great noon in the sun-glare bright
In some vast open space,
You’ll stand, flesh-clothed, with your arms outstretched,
And triumph on your face.”
She sat for a quarter hour with the framed poem in her shapely fingers. Her eyes were looking through a million miles. Nathaniel Forge! Who was he? What had ever caused him to write such a poem?
CHAPTER XIX
TACT AND DISCRETION
I
The box-shop was haunted!
Old Jake Richards made the discovery. He based his contention on concrete observation and abstract deduction.