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Title: Their yesterdays
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Wright, Harold Bell, 1872-1944 Cootes, F. Graham, ill Book Supply Company. pbl
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Publisher: Chicago : The Book Supply Company
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le his mate, swinging and fluttering and chirping on a nearby twig, seemed to enter as fully and heartily into his sentiments as though the song were her own. Breathlessly, with bare head and upturned, eager, face, the man watched and listened. When the song was ended he drew a long breath-then started and, without moving from his place,looked carefully around. A low call had reached his ears—a familiar call that seemed to come out of the long ago. Surely his fancy was playing him strange tricks that morning. He was turning toward the house when, again,that call came—low and clear. It was a call of his Yesterdays. And this time it was followed by a low, full throated laugh that was as full of music as the song of the bird to which the man had been listening. With amazement and wonder upon his face, he turned quickly toward the hedge, as a voice that was like an echo of the laugh said: "Good morning I Pardon me for startling you—you looked so much like the little boy that I couldn't resist. 302
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•Wh..n th.-y told me that you were here I wanted to go away a.^ain THEIE YESTERDAYS But where are you V^ asked the man, bewildered still. Again came that low, full throated laugh. Then: "I believe you think I am a ghost. I'm here at the hedge—at the old place. Have you forgotten?" Slowly, as she spoke, he went toward the hedge, guided by her voice. So you found it then, he said slowly, gazing at the beautiful woman face that was framed in the green of the leaves and branches. And at his words, the woman's heart beat quicker—so he had tried to find it—but aloud she only said: Of course. To which he returned smilingly: But it is quite grown over now, isn't it? You could scarcely come through there now as you used to do—could you ? The woman laughed again. I could if I were a man—she challenged. A moment later he stood beside her; a little breath-less, with his clothing disarranged, and a scratch or two on his face and hands. Do you know—she said when they had shaken hands quite properly

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