eld him tight.

"Better not," he mocked me.

I did, and the tips were--I never intend to tell.

The lights were twinkling out in the valley one by one, and the young moon
made the purple blackness below us only faintly luminous when Pan drew me
closer and then into the very edge of the world itself, and pointed down
into the soft darkness.

"We are all like that, we natives of this great land--asleep in the midst
of a silvery mist, while the rest of the world is in the blaze of hell.
We've got to wake up and take them to our breast, to nourish and warm and
save them. There'll be just you and I and a few others to call the rest of
our people until they hear and value and work," he said as he settled me
against him so that the twain chants of our heartstrings became one.

"I'll follow you through the woods and help you call, Adam," I said softly,
with my lips under the red crest nearest to me.

"And I'll bring you back here to nest and stay with you until your young
are on their feet, with their eyes open," Pan crooned against my lips.
"Dear God, what a force unit one woman and one man can create!"

THE END

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THE FIREFLY OF FRANCE

_By_ MARION POLK ANGELLOTTI

This is not a story of laughter or tears, of shock or depression. It has no
manufactured gloom. It preaches no reform. It has not a single social
problem around which the characters move and argue and agonize. No reader
need lie awake at night wondering what the author meant; all she intends to
convey goes over the top with the first sight of the printed words. The
story invites the reader to be thrilled, and dares him (or her) to weep.

Briefly, "The Firefly of France" is in the manner of the romance--in the
manner of Dumas, of Walter Scott. It is a story of love, mystery, danger,
and daring. It opens in the gorgeous St. Ives Hotel in New York and ends
behind the Allied lines in France. The story gets on its way on the first
page, and the interest is continuous and increasing until the last page.
And it is all beautifully done.

The Philadelphia Record says: "No more absorbing romance of the war has
been written than 'The Firefly of France.' In a sprightly, spontaneous way
the author tells a story that is pregnant with the heroic spirit of the
day. There is a blending of mystery, adventure, love and high endeavor that
will charm every reader."

_12mo, 363 pages_
_Illustrated by Grant T. Reynard_
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