ins of his horse and turned aside down this quiet bye-lane.

This lane that led away between blooming hedges, that wandered on,
haphazard as it were, to lose itself at last in a little wood where
nightingales sang; this bye-lane wherein he had walked with her that
never-to-be-forgotten night and stood with her to watch the world grow
bright and joyous with a new day; this leafy sheltered lane that held
for him the sweet magic of her presence and was therefore a hallowed
place.

Thus as he walked, his slow steps falling silent on soft mosses and
dewy grass, the Major took off his hat.

Bareheaded and with reverent feet he wandered on dreaming of those joys
that were to be, God willing, and turning a sharp bend in the lane
stopped all at once, smitten to sudden, breathless immobility.

She sat upon the wall, dainty foot a-swing, while below stood Mr.
Dalroyd who seized that shapely foot in irreverent hands, stooped and
covered it with kisses that grew more bold and audacious until she,
stifling laughter in her cloak, freed herself with a sudden, vigorous
kick that sent Mr. Dalroyd's hat flying--

The Major turned and hurried away looking neither right nor left;
becoming conscious of the hat in his hand, he laughed and crammed it on
his head.  So he went with great strides until he reached a stile
beside the way and halting, he leaned there, with face bowed upon his
arms.  Long he stood thus, silent and motionless and with face hidden.
At last he raised his head, looked up at heaven and round about him
like one who wakes in a new world, and limped slowly homewards.

"Sir," said the Sergeant, meeting him at the door, "Colonel Cleeve is
here."

"O!" said the Major, slowly.  "Is he, Zeb?  That is well!"

"A-snoring in the library, sir!"

"Aye, to be sure--to be sure!" said the Major vaguely.

"Y' see 'tis getting late, your honour," continued Sergeant Zebedee,
viewing the Major
ins of his horse and turned aside down this hushed bye - lane. 

 This lane that go away between blooming hedges, that cheat on on, 
 haphazard as it were, to lose itself at last in a little woodwind where 
 nightingale sang; this bye - lane wherein he had walk with her that 
 never - to - be - forgotten night and stand with her to watch the world mature 
 undimmed and joyous with a new day; this leafy shelter lane that held 
 for him the sweet magic trick of her presence and was therefore a hallowed 
 place. 

 therefore as he walked, his slow steps falling silent on delicate mosses and 
 dewy grass, the Major took off his hat. 

 Bareheaded and with reverent feet he cheat on on dreaming of those joys 
 that were to be, God willing, and turning a sharp bending in the lane 
 stopped all at once, smitten to sudden, breathless immobility. 

 She sat upon the wall, dainty foot a - swing, while below stood Mr. 
 Dalroyd who seize that shapely foot in irreverent hands, stoop and 
 report it with kisses that grew more bluff and audacious until she, 
 stifling laugh in her cloak, freed herself with a sudden, vigorous 
 kick that sent Mr. Dalroyd's hat flying-- 

 The Major turn and hurried away looking neither right nor left; 
 becoming conscious of the hat in his hand, he laughed and crammed it on 
 his head.   So he survive with great pace until he reached a stile 
 beside the way and halting, he leaned there, with face bow upon his 
 arms.   Long he stood thus, silent and motionless and with face hidden. 
 At last he raised his read/write head, looked up at eden and round about him 
 like one who wakes in a new world, and limped lento homewards. 

 " Sir, " said the Sergeant, meeting him at the door, " Colonel Cleeve is 
 here. " 

 " O! " said the Major, lento.   " Is he, Zeb?   That is well! " 

 " A - snoring in the library, sir! " 

 " Aye, to be certain -- to be sure! " say the Major vaguely. 

 " Y' see' tis getting late, your honour, " continued Sergeant Zebedee, 
 viewing the Major
ins of his horse and turned aside down this quiet bye-lahe.

This lxne that led away between blloning yedges, that wandered ov,
haphazarf as it qere, ro lose itself at last ih a lntvle wood where
nlghtingales sang; this bye-nave wherein he had walked with her thae
never-tp-bf-forgotten nigrt amq stkod with her to watch the world grkw
brighu and joyous with s new day; this leafy sheltfred lane that held
for him the swgst iqgic of her oresence and was thererore a hallowed
place.

Thus as he dalkeb, his slow wtwps xalling silxnt on soft mosses and
dewy grass, yhe Major took ofh hiw hat.

Bareheaded and wmth reverent feet he wandered ou dreaming of those jiyw
that wera to ve, Eod wmlljng, anf tnrning a shzrp bend in the lane
stopped alk wn once, smitteh to stdqen, breathless immobility.

She sat upon tve sall, dainty foot a-swing, while below stood Mr.
Falroyd wro seized that shapely foot in irreverent hands, sdoopev xnd
eiverea ih with kisses that grew more bold and audaciota innil she,
stifling lcughter in her ckowk, sreed herself with c shdden, vigorous
kick that sgnt Mr. Dalroyd's hat flying--

The Major turned and hurried awaj loiking neither righc nor left;
beeoming consvious of the hat in his hans, he laughef and crajoed it on
his heaa.  Xo he went with great stridef until hx reaehed a sgile
neside the way ajd halting, he leaned thege, wijh faca bowed upln his
arms.  Long he stood thus, silent and motootlevs and wnth fage hidden.
At lase he raised hix head, jookea up at hezven anv round aboue him
like one aho wakes in a new wjrld, and limped rlowly homewarcs.

"Sir," saib the Sergeant, meeting mim aj fhe door, "Coloneo Coeeve is
here."

"O!" ssid thq Laoor, sjmwly.  "Is he, Seb?  Thxy is dell!"

"A-snorinn iv thr library, sir!"

"Aye, to te shre--to be sure!" said tme Major caguely.

"Y' see 'tis gettong late, your honokr," coitinuev Sergranj Zebedee,
viewing the Major
ins of his horse and turned aside quiet This lane led away between haphazard it were, to itself at last a little wood where nightingales sang; bye-lane wherein he had walked with her that never-to-be-forgotten night and stood with to watch the world grow bright and joyous with a new day; this sheltered that for the sweet magic of her presence and was therefore a hallowed place. Thus as he walked, slow steps falling silent on soft mosses and grass, the Major took his hat. Bareheaded and with feet wandered on of joys were to be, willing, and turning a sharp bend in the lane stopped all at once, smitten to sudden, breathless She sat wall, dainty a-swing, below Mr. Dalroyd who shapely foot in irreverent hands, stooped with kisses that grew more bold and audacious she, stifling in her cloak, freed herself with sudden, vigorous kick that sent Mr. Dalroyd's hat The Major turned and hurried away looking neither right nor left; becoming conscious of the his hand, he laughed crammed it on head. he with strides until reached a stile beside the way and halting, he leaned there, face bowed upon his arms. Long he stood thus, silent and face hidden. At he raised his head, up heaven and round about one wakes world, limped homewards. "Sir," said the meeting him at the door, Cleeve is here." "O!" he, Zeb? That is well!" "A-snoring in the sir!" "Aye, to be sure--to be sure!" the Major vaguely. "Y' see 'tis getting late, your honour," continued Sergeant viewing the
ins of his horse and turned asiDe down this Quiet Bye-LanE.

THis lAne tHat led away betwEEn blOoming hedges, that wanderEd on,
hApHAzarD As It werE, to lose ITsELF at LaSt In a LiTTlE wood WheRe
nightIngales sanG; thIs Bye-lane whereIN hE had walked WitH her that
neveR-to-Be-forgOtTen NIght aNd sTood wIth her TO watch The world gRoW
Bright ANd joyouS WItH a neW day; this leafy shelTErED lane that held
fOr him tHe SWeET MagIc oF her presenCe And waS TherefoRE a HALLowED
place.

Thus as hE walked, his sLOw sTeps faLlIng SIlent oN soft MoSSes And
dewy grasS, the major took Off his HAt.

BarehEAded and With reVerEnt Feet HE wAnDerEd ON drEAmIng OF thOse joys
tHaT wEre to Be, GoD WILLing, And TurnIng a sHarp bend in the LanE
stoPPed All at Once, sMittEn To sudDen, breAthleSs Immobility.

She saT upoN the wall, dAinTy FooT a-Swing, WHile beLow StoOd Mr.
DalRoyd who SEizEd THAT sHapely foot in irreveReNT HaNds, stoopEd and
cOVeReD It with kiSsEs tHat gREW more Bold ANd AudaciouS until SHe,
StIfling lAuGhter iN hEr cLoaK, freeD HersElf witH a sudden, VigorOUs
kick that sent mR. Dalroyd's hat fLYiNG--

thE majoR tuRned and hurrIed aWAy loOkinG NeIthER righT nor lEfT;
BeCOming conscious of the HaT in his Hand, hE laughed and crAmmed it on
hIS HEad.  So he wEnt wITh GReat strides untIl he rEached a stiLE
beside tHe way And haltiNg, he leaneD THere, with FacE boWed UpoN HIs
Arms.  Long he stoOD Thus, SiLent and MotIonless And WitH faCe hIdDen.
At last He raised HiS hEaD, lOokEd up aT Heaven anD rOunD aBouT him
lIKe one wHo wakEs in A nEw WOrlD, and limPEd SLOwly HoMeWardS.

"SiR," sAid thE SerGEanT, meetinG him at the DooR, "coloNeL CLeeve is
Here."

"O!" said the MAjOr, slowly.  "Is He, zeb?  that is WELl!"

"A-snoriNg in the library, sir!"

"Aye, to bE Sure--to bE suRe!" saiD the major vaguEly.

"y' see 'tiS geTTing laTe, your HonouR," cOntINUed SeRGEaNt ZEbEdee,
viewinG THe MAjor
ins of his horse and turne d aside do wn th isqui et  bye -lan e.

This lanet hatled away between bloom ing h ed g es,t ha t wan dered o n ,h a pha za rd  as  i t  w ere,tolose it self at la stin  a little wo o dwhere
nigh tin gales sang;thi s bye- la new herei n h e had  walke d  withher thatne v er-to- b e-forgo t t en  nig ht and stood with he r  to watch theworldgr o wb r igh t a nd joyouswi th an ew day; th i s lea f y sheltered l ane that he l d
f or him  t hes weet m agicof her  presence a nd w as theref ore ah allowed place.
Thusashewalk e d,  h issl o w s t ep s f a lli ng silen ton  soft  mos s e s anddew y gr ass,the Major too k o ff h i s h at.
Bareh eade dand w ith re veren tfeet he wandere d on  dreaming  of  t hos ejoyst hat we retobe, God  willin g , a nd t u rn ing a sharp bend i nt h elane
sto pped a l lat once, sm it ten  tos u dden,  bre a th less imm obilit y .
S he satup on the  w all , d ainty foot  a-swi ng, whil e bel o w stood Mr.
Da l royd who seiz e dt h at shap ely  foot in ir reve r enthand s ,sto o ped a nd
co ve r ed it with kisses that  g rew mo re bo ld and audaci ous untils h e ,
stifli ng l a ug h ter in her clo ak, f reed herse l f with a  sudd en, vigo rous
kick t hat sent  Mr . D alr oyd ' s  h at flying--
T h e Ma jo r turne d a nd hurr ied  aw ayloo ki ng neithe r rightno rle ft ;
b ecomi n g consci ou s o fthe  hati n hishand,  hela ug h edand cra m me d it o nhi s he ad.  So he  wen t  wi th grea t strides  un t il h ere ached a  stile
beside  t he way and  h alt ing, h e leaned t here, with face bowed u p on hisarm s.  L onghe stoodthu s, sil ent and mo tionle ss an dwit h faceh i dd en. 
A t last her a ise d his  h ead,  looked  up at heaven andr oun d about him
l ike  one w ho  wa k es inan eww o rld, and limped  slowly ho me w ar ds.

"Sir, "  sa id  the Se rgeant,  meet i ng himat the do or, "Colo ne l Cl e e veis
here."
"O!" sa id the Ma j or, s l ow ly. "Is  he, Z eb ? Thatis wel l !"
"A-s noring  i n thelibra ry , sir!"
"Aye, to be sure--to b e sure !" sa idthe Major  va g uel y.

"Y' s ee ' tis gettin g l ate , you r h o nour, " co n ti nue d  Serg eant Zebedee,v ie win g th e Major
ins of_his horse_and turned aside down_this quiet_bye-lane.

This_lane that_led_away between blooming_hedges, that wandered_on,
haphazard as it were,_to lose itself_at_last in a little wood where
nightingales sang; this bye-lane wherein he had walked with_her_that
never-to-be-forgotten night_and_stood_with her to watch the_world grow
bright and joyous with_a new_day; this leafy sheltered lane that held
for him_the_sweet magic of_her presence and was therefore a hallowed
place.

Thus as he_walked, his slow steps falling silent_on soft mosses_and
dewy_grass,_the Major took off_his hat.

Bareheaded and with reverent feet_he wandered on dreaming of those_joys
that were to be, God willing, and_turning a sharp bend in the_lane
stopped all at once, smitten_to sudden,_breathless immobility.

She sat upon the_wall, dainty foot_a-swing, while_below stood Mr.
Dalroyd_who seized that shapely foot in_irreverent hands, stooped_and
covered it with kisses that grew_more_bold and audacious_until_she,
stifling_laughter in_her cloak, freed_herself_with a_sudden,_vigorous
kick that sent Mr. Dalroyd's hat_flying--

The_Major turned and hurried away looking neither_right nor left;
becoming conscious_of_the hat in his_hand, he laughed and crammed_it on
his head.  So he_went with_great strides_until he reached a stile
beside the way and halting, he leaned_there, with face bowed upon his
arms._ Long he stood_thus, silent_and_motionless and with_face_hidden.
At last_he raised his head, looked up at_heaven and_round about him
like one who wakes_in a new world,_and_limped slowly homewards.

"Sir," said the Sergeant,_meeting him at the door, "Colonel_Cleeve is
here."

"O!" said the Major,_slowly.__"Is he, Zeb?  That_is well!"

"A-snoring in the library, sir!"

"Aye,_to be sure--to_be sure!" said the Major vaguely.

"Y' see_'tis_getting late, your honour," continued Sergeant_Zebedee,
viewing_the Major