Chapter 13 NORTHERN LIGHTS.

Do you remember

Those evenings in the bleak December,

Curtained warm from the snowy weather,

When you and I played chess together,

Checkmated by each other's eyes?

The Wanderer.

Bluebell sped home, and, to evade remarks, hung up her hat in the passage, as the least embarrassing way of reporting herself, then remained, perdu, in he