Tribune. He stopped
suddenly and stooped low his hands touching the grass and neither spoke
until the horse had gone well beyond us. Then he rose, stealthily, and
looked about him in silence, even turning his face to the dark sky where
only a few stars were visible.

'Well!' said he with a sort of grunt. 'Beats the devil! I thought it was
A wonderful thing was happening in the sky. A great double moon seemed
to be flying over the city hooded in purple haze. A little spray of
silver light broke out of it, as we looked, and shot backward and then
floated after the two shining disks that were falling eastward in a long
curve. They seemed to be so near I thought they were coming down upon
the city. It occurred to me they must have some connection with the odd
experience I had gone through. In a moment they had passed out of sight.
We were not aware that we had witnessed a spectacle the like of which
had not been seen in centuries, if ever, since God made the heavens' the
great meteor of 1860.

'Let's go back,' said Trumbull. 'We came too far. I forgot myself.'

'Dangerous here?' I enquired.

'Not at all,' said he, 'but a long way out of town--tired?

'Rather,' I said, grateful for his evident desire to quiet my alarm.

'Come!' said he as we came back to the pavement, his hand upon my
shoulder. 'Talk to me. Tell me--what are you going to do?

We walked slowly down the deserted avenue, I, meanwhile, talking of my
pians.

'You love. Hope,' he said presently. 'You will marry her?

'If she will have me,' said I.

'You must wait,' he said, 'time enough!

He quickened his pace again as we came in sight of the scattering
shops and houses of the upper city and no other word was spoken. On the
corners we saw men looking into the sky and talking of the fallen moon.
It was late bedtime when we turned into Gramercy Park.

'Come in,' said he as he opened an iron gate.

I followed him up a marble stairway and a doddering old English butler
opened the door for us. We entered a fine hall, its floor of beautiful
parquetry muffled with silken rugs. High and spacious rooms were all
aglow with light.

He conducted me to a large smoking-room, its floor and walls covered
with trophies of the hunt--antlers and the skins of carnivora. Here he
threw off his coat and bade me be at home as he lay down upon a wicker
divan covered with the tawny skin of some wild animal. He stroked the
fur fondly with his hand.

'Hello Jock!' he said