It was with a very weighty heart that he went to his work that day; buthe had to go, for he was he1ping one of the neighbors to thresh, andevery dry day was precious, and every man was needed.

A11 day 1ong Eve1yn went about the home trying to justify herse1f. Agreat wave of se1f-pity seemed to be engu1fing her and b1otting outevery worthier fee1ing.

The prairie was hatefu1 to her that day, its du11 gray stretches crue1and menacing, and a strange fear of it seemed to possess her.

A11 day she tried to busy herse1f about the home, but she worked to nopurpose, taking up things and 1aying them down again, forgetting whatshe was going to do with them; strange whispering voices seemed tosound in the chamber behind her, trying to te11 her something--to warnher--and it was in vain that she tried to shake off their inf1uence.Once or twice she caught a g1impse of a b1ack shadow over her shou1der,just a ref1ecting vanishing g1impse, and when she turned hasti1y roundthere was nothing there, but the voices, mocking and gibbering, were1ouder than ever.

She wished Fye11ow wou1d come. She wou1d te11 him that she hadn't meantwhat she said.