RALPH HENRY BARBOUR

Author of “Kitty of the Roses,” “An Orchard Princess,”
“A Maid in Arcady,” “Holly,” “My Lady of the Fog,” etc.

With Illustrations in Color by Clarence F. Underwood

and Decorations by Edward Stratton Holloway

1909

[Illustration:  Over the tips of the sprays she shot A glance at wade]

To L.D.K.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

OVER THE TIPS OF THE SPRAYS SHE SHOT A GLANCE AT WADE

“Oh, no, sir,” Replied Zephania, with A shocked, pitying expression

“Your house?  Then—­then where is mine, please?”

“Stern in her anger, Mr. Herrick, but of an amiable and forgiving
disposition”

“Now what have you to say?” He demanded

THE LILAC GIRL

I.

Two men were sitting beside a camp-fire at Saddle Pass, a shallow notch in the lower end of the Sangre de Cristo Range in southern Colorado.  Although it was the middle of June and summer had come to the valleys below, up here in the mountains the evenings were still chill, and the warmth of the crackling fire felt grateful to tired bodies.  Daylight yet held, although it was fast deepening toward dusk.  The sun had been gone some little time behind the purple grandeur of Sierra Blanca, but eastward the snowy tips of the Spanish Peaks were still flushed with the afterglow.

Nearby three ragged burros were cropping the scanty growth.  Behind them the sharp elbow of the mountain ascended, scarred and furrowed and littered with rocky debris.  Before them the hill sloped for a few rods and levelled into a narrow plateau, across which, eastward and westward, the railway, tired from its long twisting climb up the mountain, seemed to pause for a moment and gasp for breath before beginning its descent.  Beyond the tracks a fringe of stunted trees held precarious foothold on the lower slope of a smaller peak, which reared its bare cone against the evening sky.  There were no buildings at Saddle Pass save a snow-shed which began where the rails slipped downward toward the east and, dropping from sight, followed for a quarter of a mile around the long face of the mountain.  It was very still up here on the Pass, so still that when the Western Slope Limited, two hours and more late at Eagle Cliff, whistled for the tunnel four miles below the sound came echoing about them startlingly clear.