"Miwt you go so soon? "
"I will come again if you wish."
"But you must not go yet; wait till the sun reaches the mountain-tops yonder. I want you to tell me more about your own land."
So he lingered and talked while the sun sank lower and lower in the west. It seemed to him that it had never gone down so fast before.
"I must go now," he said, rising as the sun s red disk sank behind the mountains.
"It is not late; see, the sun is shining yet on the brow of the snow mountains."
Both looked at the peaks that towered grandly in the light of the sunken sun while all the world below lay in shadow. Together they watched the mighty miracle of the afterglow on Mount Tacoma, the soft rose-flush that transfigured the mountain till it grew transparent, delicate, wonderful.
"That is what my life is now, since you have brought the light to the watcher for the morning; " and she looked up at him with a bright, trustful smile.
"Alas? " thought Cecil, "it is not the light of morn ing but of sunset."
Slowly the radiance faded, the rose tint passed; the mountain grew white and cold under their gaze, like the face of death. Wallulah shuddered as if it were a prophecy.
"You will come back to-morrow?" she said, look ing at him with her large, appealing eyes.
"I will come," he said.
"It will seem long till your return, yet I have lived so many years waiting for that which has come at last that I have learned to be patient."
