CHAPTER XIII.

"Abroad it rushed, My frolic soul, for it had sight Of something half-way, which was known As mine at once, yet not mine own." It was early in the morning for Millicent, usually a late sleeper, to be in the garden among the flowers. There Graham found her, white as the gown she wore, standing with her arms filled with dark-red roses,--standing with the sunlight touching her pretty hair, and shining in her cool gray eyes. He stared at her, as at one risen from the dead; he touched her hand before he sp…