A Long Journey

JHE Visitor was going a long
journey into foreign parts,
and there was only one
thing certain : that for seve-
ral years, at least, he must
remain in exile. He had fortunately a
brief holiday allowed him, and went into
the West country as soon as he was able,
taking up his abode in the old white-walled
cottage above the village by the sea. It
was close upon Easter-time and the spring
was at its height. The country quiet was
dearer than it ever had been, for the joy of
being back was deepened by the know-
ledge that very soon this privilege of return