TWILIGHT LAND

straw and sticks of wood, and stuffed all under the corner
of the house. Then he struck a light and set fire to it,
and, as the two walked away through the grey dawn, all
was a red blaze behind them.

Still, the servant remembered his promise to his travel-
ling comrade, and said never a word or asked never a
question, though all that day he walked on the other side
of the road, and would have nothing to say or to do with
the other. But never a whit did his comrade seem to
think of or to care for that. On they jogged, and, by
the time evening was at hand, they had come to a neat
cottage with apple and pear trees around it, all as
pleasant as the eye could desire to see. In this cottage
lived a widow and her only son, and they also made the
travellers welcome, and set before them a good supper
and showed them to a clean bed.

This time the travelling comrade did neither good nor
ill to those of the house, but in the morning he told the
widow whither they were going, and asked if she and her
son knew the way to the garden where grew the fruit of
happiness.

“Ves,” said she, “that we do, for the garden is not a
day’s journey from here, and my son himself shall go
with you to show you the way.”

“That is good,” said the servant’s comrade, “ and if
he will do so I will pay him well for his trouble.”

So the young man put on his hat, and took up his
stick, and off went the three, up hill and down dale, until
by-and-by they came over the top of the last hill, and
there below them lay the garden.

And what a sight it was, with the. leaves shining and
glistening like so many jewels in the sunlight! I only

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