branches waved against the pale blue sky; tremulous shadows on the fresh greensward; flowers of the garden and flowers of the forest flushing, purpling, paling, flaming, glowing in orderly beds or in wild forest nooks; long grey fences outlining farms and roads; sunlight glinting on the wings of flying birds; misty hills and little valleys sloping down to the level of the fertile fields; glory of midday and greater glory of sunset softening into the quiet, star-lit evening skies. What need of the painter's canvas and brush when the soul can thus imprint on its records Beauty's every line and every color to be recalled instantly from the shadows of time by Memory's magic art? The thunder muttered fitfully, and presently the rain came, dashing against the roof like a rattle of musketry, then quieting to a steady downpour that promised to last all night. She lay still, listening drowsily to the music of the storm and seeing through her closed eyelids the flashes of lightning. She was not tired, only sleepy and happy. The same calm that enveloped her in the forest was around her now, and soon she was sleeping as deeply and sweetly as she had slept in the afternoon. And while she slept, the man who had guarded her forest slumber sat in the darkness, dreaming, and gazing at a picture that would never fade from his brain: In the midst of the living forest a dead tree, and at its foot a sleeping girl holding a bunch of withered violets. Ah, well! The perfect day was over and never again would come another like it. To-morrow the sleeper and the dreamer would wake and rise to the old, dull routine of daily toil and daily weariness, but though the day was gone, its grace would abide forever, and life could never be quite the same to the one who had met face to face with the True Romance, and to the other who had lived, for a few charmed hours, the life of the fowls of the air and the lilies of the field. * * * * * _By the author of "The Land of Long Ago."_ AUNT JANE OF KENTUCKY _By_ ELIZA CALVERT HALL Illustrated by Beulah Strong. 12mo. Cloth. $1.30 _net_ Aunt Jane is perfectly delightful.--_The Outlook_, New York. A book that plays on the heart strings.--_St. Louis Post-Despatch._ What Mrs. Gaskill did in "Cranford" this author does for Kentucky.--_Syracuse Herald._ A prose idyl. Nothing more charming has appeared in recent fiction.--MARGARET E. SANGSTER. These pages have in them much of the stuff that makes genuine literature.--_Louisville Courier Journal._ Where so many have made caricatures of old-time country folk, Eliza Calvert Hall has caught at once the real charm, the real spirit, the real people, and the real joy of living which was theirs.--_New York Times._ Have you read that charming little book written by one of your clever Kentucky women--"Aunt Jane of Kentucky"--by Eliza Calvert Hall? It is very wholesome and attractive. Be sure that you read it.--THEODORE ROOSEVELT.