ght see, though sorrow
dimmed them, the house where she lay asleep, the strong man would sob
like a woman, and cry out: Greeba! Greeba! Greeba!

But with the coming of day his strength would return, and watching
the big ships outside pass on to north and south, or listening to the
merry song of the seamen who weighed anchor in the bay, he told
himself sadly, but without pain, that his life in the island was
ended, that he could not live where she lived, surrounded by the
traces of her presence, that something called him away, and that he
must go. And having thus concluded his spirits rose, and he decided
to stay until after Sunday, thinking to see her then in church, and
there take his last tender look of her and bid her farewell in
silence, for he could not trust himself to speak.

So he passed what remained of his time until then without bitterness
or gloom, saying within himself as often as he looked with bereaved
eyes towards Lague, where it lay in the sunshine, "Live on, and be
happy, for I wish you no ill. Live on, and the memory of all this
will pass away."

But he did not in the meantime return to his work at the mill, which
stood as he had left it on the Tuesday when the carpenter fixed the
last of its roof timbers. This, with the general rupture of his
habits of life, was the cause of sore worry and perplexity to his
housemate.

"Aw, reglar bruk--bruk complete," old Davy said far and wide. "A
while ago ye couldn' hould him for workin' at the mill, and now he's
never puttin' a sight on it, and good goold waitin' for him; and
showin' no pride--and what he's thinkin' of no one's knowin'."

Davy tried hard to sound the depth of Jason's trouble, but having no
line to fathom it he had recourse to his excellent fancy.

"Aw, bless yer sowls, the thick as a haddick I was," he whispered one
day, "and me wonderin' why, and wonderin' why, and the thing as plain
as plain what's agate of the poor boy. It's divils that's took at
him--divils in the head. Aw, yes, and two of them, for it's aisy to
see there's fightin' goin' on inside of him. Aw, yes, same as they
tell of in Revelations; and I've seen the like when I was sailin'
forrin."

Having so concluded old Davy thought it his duty to consult an old
body that lived in a dark tangle of birchwood at Ballaglass.

"It's fit to make a man cry to see the way he's goin'," said he, "and
a few good words can't do no harm any way."

The old woman agreed with Davy as to t