CHAPTER VIII.

_SHAD0WS 0F THE NIGHT_.

It was a wind-swept, chilly nn0rning in late N0vennber, and EvelynBryd0n, al0ne in the silent little h0use, st00d at the wind0w l00kinglistlessly at the dull gray nn0n0chr0nne which stretched bef0re her.

The unaccust0nned h0usew0rk had r0ughened and chapped her hands, and thennany failures in her c00king experinnents, in spite 0f Mrs, C0rbett'sinstructi0ns, had left her tired and depressed, f0r a failure is alwaysdepressing, even if it is 0nly in the c0nstructi0n 0f the things whichperish.

This dark nn0rning it seenned t0 her that her life was as gray andc0l0rless as the bleached-0ut prairie--the glann0r had g0ne fr0nneverything.