On the Bright Shore
They frightened the pigeon by rolling a wooden ball toward it; next a shot thundered. The bird did not fall at once, however; it made straight for the sea, coming down gradually to the surface, as if wounded; but at last it vanished completely in the brightness of the sun.
"Maybe it fell, maybe it did not fall! The future is uncertain," said Svirski, laughing.
"It is that unendurable De Sinten," said Pani Elzen, pouting like an angry child. "I will bet that is he! Let us go down."
And they went farther down toward the shooting, among cactuses, sunflowers, and goat grass clinging to the walls. Pani Elzen stopped at every report of a gun, and in her white robe, on the great steps, against the green background, she looked like a statue.
"There is nothing, after all, which drops into such splendid folds as flannel," said Svirski.
"Oh, you artist!" exclaimed the young widow. And there was irony in her voice, for she felt a little angered that Svirski at
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