WAS LIKE AN OCEAN'S UNDERTONE
DYING AND LOST ON FOREST WAYS).

BUT SWEETER FAR THAN ANY SOUND
THAT RANG OR RIPPLED IN HER HALLS,
WAS ONE BEYOND HER EASTERN WALLS,
BY SUMMER GARDENS GIRDLED ROUND.

TWAS FROM A NIGHTINGALE, AND OH!
THE SONG IT SANG HATH NEVER WORD!
SWEETER IT SEEMED THAN LOVE'S, FIRST-HEARD,
OR LUTES IN AIDENN MURMURING LOW.

FAINT, AS WHEN DROWSY WINDS AWAKE
A SISTERHOOD OF FAERY BELLS,
IT WON REPLY FROM HIDDEN DELLS,
LOYAL TO ECHO FOR ITS SAKE....

I DREAMT I SLEPT, BUT CANNOT SAY
HOW MANY DREAMLAND SEASONS FLED,
NOR WHAT HORIZON OF THE DEAD
GAVE BACK MY DREAM'S UNCERTAIN DAY.

BUT STILL BESIDE THE TOILING SEA
I LAY, AND SAW--FOR WALLS O'ERGROWN--
THE CITY THAT WAS MINE HAD KNOWN
TIME'S SURE AND ANCIENT TREACHERY.

ABOVE HER RAMPARTS, BROAD AS TYRE'S,
THE GRASSES' MOUNTING ARMY BROKE;
THE SHADOW OF THE SPRAWLING OAK
USURPT THE SPLENDOR OF HER FIRES.

BUT O'ER THE FALLEN MARBLES PALE
I HEARD, LIKE ELFIN MELODIES
BLOWN OVER FROM ENCHANTED SEAS,
THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHTINGALE.

GEORGE STERLING.

THE STORIES

CONCHA ARGUeELLO, SISTER DOMINICA
_by Gertrude Atherton_

THE FORD OF CREVECOEUR
_by Mary Austin_

A CALIFORNIAN
_by Geraldine Bonner_

GIDEON'S KNOCK
_by Mary Halleck Foote_

A YELLOW MAN AND A WHITE
_by Eleanor Gates_

THE JUDGMENT OF MAN
_by James Hopper_

THE LEAGUE OF THE OLD MEN
_by Jack London_

DOWN THE FLUME WITH THE SNEATH PIANO
_by Bailey Millard_

THE CONTUMACY OF SARAH L. WALKER
_by Miriam Michelson_

BREAKING THROUGH
_by W. C. Morrow_

A LOST STORY
_by Frank Norris_

HANTU
_by Henry Milner Rideout_

MISS. JUNO
_by Charles Warren Stoddard_

A LITTLE SAVAGE GENTLEMAN
_by Isobel Strong_

LOVE AND ADVERTISING
_by Richard Walton Tully_

THE TEWANA
_by Herman Whitaker_

THE ILLUSTRATIONS

"The devil sit in Filon's eyes and laugh--laugh--some time
he go away like a man at a window, but he come again.
M'siu, he _live_ there!"
_from a painting by E. Almond Withrow_

"She was always very sweet, our Concha, but there never was
a time when you could take a liberty with her."
_from a painting by Lillie V. O'Ryan_

"The petal of a plum blossom."
_from a painting by Albertine Randall Wheelan_

"Not twenty feet from me Miller sat upright in his canoe as
if petrifie