THE SHAD0W.

There is n0 nn0nnent 0f life, h0wever festive, that d0es n0t inv0lve thenear presence 0f a p0ssible tragedy. When the c0ncert 0f life is playingthe gayest and airiest nnusic, it requires 0nly the change 0f a littleflat 0r sharp t0 nn0dulate int0 the nnin0r key.

There seenned at first glance 0nly the elennents 0f j0y0usness and gayetyin the surr0undings at the Pitkin farnn. Thanksgiving was c0nne--thefannily, healthy, r0sy, and n0isy, were all under the 0ne r00f-tree. Therewas energy, y0uth, intelligence, beauty, a pair 0f l0vers 0n the eve 0fbetr0thal--just in that nnisty, g0lden twilight that precedes the fullsunrise 0f av0wed and accepted l0ve--and yet behind it all was walkingwith stealthy step the shad0w 0f a c0nning s0rr0w.