the golden road-第32章
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he infinite。 The dim wide fields lie in silence； wrapped in the holy mystery of darkness。 A wind； loosened from wild places far away； steals out to blow over dewy； star…lit； immemorial hills。 The air in the pastures is sweet with the hush of dreams； and one may rest here like a child on its mother's breast。
〃Isn't it wonderful？〃 breathed the Story Girl as we went down the long hill。 〃Do you know； I can forgive Sara Ray now。 I thought tonight I never couldbut now it doesn't matter any more。 I can even see how funny it was。 Oh； wasn't it funny？ 'DEAD' in that squeaky little voice of Sara's！ I'll just behave to her tomorrow as if nothing had happened。 It seems so long ago now； here in the night。〃
Neither of us ever forgot the subtle delight of that stolen walk。 A spell of glamour was over us。 The breezes whispered strange secrets of elf…haunted glens； and the hollows where the ferns grew were brimmed with mystery and romance。 Ghostlike scents crept out of the meadows to meet us； and the fir wood before we came to the church was a living sweetness of Junebells growing in abundance。
Junebells have another and more scientific name； of course。 But who could desire a better name than Junebells？ They are so perfect in their way that they seem to epitomize the very scent and charm of the forest； as if the old wood's daintiest thoughts had materialized in blossom； and not all the roses by Bendameer's stream are as fragrant as a shallow sheet of Junebells under the boughs of fir。
There were fireflies abroad that night； too； increasing the gramarye of it。 There is certainly something a little supernatural about fireflies。 Nobody pretends to understand them。 They are akin to the tribes of fairy； survivals of the elder time when the woods and hills swarmed with the little green folk。 It is still very easy to believe in fairies when you see those goblin lanterns glimmering among the fir tassels。
〃Isn't it beautiful？〃 said the Story Girl in rapture。 〃I wouldn't have missed it for anything。 I'm glad I left my necklace。 And I am glad you are with me； Bev。 The others wouldn't understand so well。 I like you because I don't have to talk to you all the time。 It's so nice to walk with someone you don't have to talk to。 Here is the graveyard。 Are you frightened to pass it； Bev？〃
〃No； I don't think I'm frightened；〃 I answered slowly； 〃but I have a queer feeling。〃
〃So have I。 But it isn't fear。 I don't know what it is。 I feel as if something was reaching out of the graveyard to hold me something that wanted lifeI don't like itlet's hurry。 But isn't it strange to think of all the dead people in there who were once alive like you and me。 I don't feel as if I could EVER die。 Do you？〃
〃No； but everybody must。 Of course we go on living afterwards； just the same。 Don't let's talk of such things here；〃 I said hurriedly。
When we reached the school I contrived to open a window。 We scrambled in； lighted a lamp and found the missing necklace。 The Story Girl stood on the platform and gave an imitation of the catastrophe of the evening that made me shout with laughter。 We prowled around for sheer delight over being there at an unearthly hour when everybody supposed we were sound asleep in our beds。 It was with regret that we left； and we walked home as slowly as we could to prolong the adventure。
〃Let's never tell anyone；〃 said the Story Girl； as we reached home。 〃Let's just have it as a secret between us for ever and eversomething that nobody else knows a thing about but you and me。〃
〃We'd better keep it a secret from Aunt Janet anyhow；〃 I whispered； laughing。 〃She'd think we were both crazy。〃
〃It's real jolly to be crazy once in a while；〃 said the Story Girl。
CHAPTER XX
EXTRACTS FROM OUR MAGAZINE
EDITORIAL
As will be seen there is no Honour Roll in this number。 Even Felicity has thought all the beautiful thoughts that can be thought and cannot think any more。 Peter has never got drunk but； under existing circumstances； that is not greatly to his credit。 As for our written resolutions they have silently disappeared from our chamber walls and the place that once knew them knows them no more for ever。 （PETER； PERPLEXEDLY： 〃Seems to me I've heard something like that before。〃） It is very sad but we will all make some new resolutions next year and maybe it will be easier to keep those。
THE STORY OF THE LOCKET THAT WAS BAKED
This was a story my Aunt Jane told me about her granma when she was a little girl。 Its funny to think of baking a locket； but it wasn't to eat。 She was my great granma but Ill call her granma for short。 It happened when she was ten years old。 Of course she wasent anybodys granma then。 Her father and mother and her were living in a new settlement called Brinsley。 Their nearest naybor was a mile away。 One day her Aunt Hannah from Charlottetown came and wanted her ma to go visiting with her。 At first granma's ma thought she couldent go because it was baking day and granma's pa was away。 But granma wasent afraid to stay alone and she knew how to bake the bread so she made her ma go and her Aunt Hannah took off the handsome gold locket and chain she was waring round her neck and hung it on granmas and told her she could ware it all day。 Granma was awful pleased for she had never had any jewelry。 She did all the chores and then was needing the loaves when she looked up and saw a tramp coming in and he was an awful villenus looking tramp。 He dident even pass the time of day but just set down on a chair。 Poor granma was awful fritened and she turned her back on him and went on needing the loaf cold and trembling that is； granma was trembling not the loaf。 She was worried about the locket。 She didn't know how she could hide it for to get anywhere she would have to turn round and pass him。
All of a suddent she thought she would hide it in the bread。 She put her hand up and pulled it hard and quick and broke the fastening and needed it right into the loaf。 Then she put the loaf in the pan and set it in the oven。
The tramp hadent seen her do it and then he asked for something to eat。 Granma got him up a meal and when hed et it he began prowling about the kitchen looking into everything and opening the cubbord doors。 Then he went into granma's mas room and turned the buro drawers and trunk inside out and threw the things in them all about。 All he found was a purse with a dollar in it and he swore about it and took it and went away。 When granma was sure he was really gone she broke down and cried。 She forgot all about the bread and it burned as black as coal。 When she smelled it burning granma run and pulled it out。 She was awful scared the locket was spoiled but she sawed open the loaf and it was there safe and sound。 When her Aunt Hannah came back she said granma deserved the locket because she had saved it so clever and she gave it to her and grandma always wore it and was very proud of it。 And granma used to say that was the only loaf of bread she ever spoiled in her life。
PETER CRAIG。
（FELICITY： 〃Those stories are all very well but they are only true stories。 It's easy enough to write true stories。 I thought Peter was appointed fiction editor； but he has never written any fiction since the paper started。 That's not MY idea of a fiction editor。 He ought to make up stories out of his own head。〃 PETER； SPUNKILY： 〃I can do it； too； and I will next time。 And it ain't easier to write true stories。 It's harder； 'cause you have to stick to facts。〃 FELICITY： 〃I don't believe you could make up a story。〃 PETER： 〃I'll show you！〃）
MY MOST EXCITING ADVENTURE
It's my turn to write it but I'm SO NERVOUS。 My worst adventure happened TWO YEARS AGO。 It was an awful one。 I had a striped ribbon； striped brown and yellow and I LOST IT。 I was very sorry for it was a handsome ribbon and all the girls in school were jealous of it。 （FELICITY： 〃I wasn't。 I didn't think it one bit pretty。〃 CECILY： 〃Hush！〃） I hunted everywhere but I couldn't find it。 Next day was Sunday and I was running into the house by the front door and I saw SOMETHING LYING ON THE STEP and I thought it was my
