You Never Know Your Luck : Being The Story Of A Matrimonial Deserter
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YOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK BEING , THE STORY OF A MATRIMONIAL DESERTER -- CONTENTS PAGE -- PROEM . .. .. . . . . . . . . . . 11 CHAPTER I PIONEERS 0 , PIONEER S . . . . . 15 VII A WOMAN W S A Y T O KNOWLEDG . E . 125 V111 ALL ABOUT A N UNOPENELDE TT-ER . . 147 IX NIGHT SHADE A ND MORNINGG LORY . 162 X S. 0. S. . . . . . . . . . 175 XI IN THE CAMP O F THE DESERTE . R . . 181 XI1 AT THE RECEIPT O F CU...
MoreYOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK BEING , THE STORY OF A MATRIMONIAL DESERTER -- CONTENTS PAGE -- PROEM . .. .. . . . . . . . . . . 11 CHAPTER I PIONEERS 0 , PIONEER S . . . . . 15 VII A WOMAN W S A Y T O KNOWLEDG . E . 125 V111 ALL ABOUT A N UNOPENELDE TT-ER . . 147 IX NIGHT SHADE A ND MORNINGG LORY . 162 X S. 0. S. . . . . . . . . . 175 XI IN THE CAMP O F THE DESERTE . R . . 181 XI1 AT THE RECEIPT O F CUSTOM . S . . . 197 XI11 KIW SPEAKSH ERM INDA GAIN. . . 2 I I X AWAITING TH E VERDICT . . . . . 229 CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE XV MALE AND FEMALE CREATED HE THEM . . . . . . . . . 2 5 0 XVI TWA F S OR YOURP LEASUR Y E O U CAME HERE, YOU SHALL GO BACK FOR MINE . . . . . . . . 266 ILLUSTRATIONS A sob almost broke from her as she gazed her fill . . . . . . . . . . Fro ntispiece PAGE There away goes my lad Tell me, has he gone alone . . . . . . . . . . . 2 2 It was strangely magnetic, this tale of a mans life . g8 YOU-you here l . . . . . . . . 254 YOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK PROEM D ID you ever see it in reaping time A sea of gold it is, with gentle billows telling of sleep and not of storm, which, like regiments afoot, salute the reaper and say, All is fulfilled in the light of the sun and the way of the earth let the sharp knife fall. The countless million heads are heavy with fruition, and sun glorifies and breeze cradles them to the hour of harvest. The air-like the tingle of water from a mountain-spring in the throat of the worn wayfarer, bringing a sense of the dust of the world flushed away. Arcady Look closely. Here and there, like islands in the shining yellow sea, are housessometimes in a clump of trees, sometimes only like bare-backed domesticity or naked industry in the workfield. Also rising here and there in the expanse, clouds that wind skyward, spreading out , in a powdery mist. They look like the rolling smoke of incense, of sacrifice. Sacrifice it is. The vast steam thrashers are mightily devouring what their servants, the monster steam-reapers, have gleaned for them. Soon, when September comes, all that waving sea will be still. What was gold will still be a k t e d gold, but near to the earth-the stubble of the corn now lying in vast garners by the railway lines, awaiting transport east and west and south and across the seas. Not Arcady this, but a land of industry in the grip of industrialists, whose determination to achieve riches is, in spite of themselves, chastened by the magnitude and orderly process of natures travail which is not pain. Nature hides her internal stiiving under a smother of white for many months in every year, when what is now gold in the sun will be a soft-sometimes, too, a hard - shining coverlet like impacted wool. Then, instead of the majestic clouds of incense from the thrashers, will rise blue spiral wreaths of smoke from the lonely home. Here the farmer rests till spring, comforting himself in the thought that while he waits, far under the snow the wheat is slowly expanding and as in April, the white frost flies out of the soil into the sun, it will push upward and outward, green and vigorous, greet-C 12 l P R O E M ing his eye with the What cheer, partner of a mate in the scheme of nature. Not Arcady and yet many of the joys of Arcady are here-bright, singing birds, wide adventurous rivers, innumerable streams, the squirrel in the wood and the bracken, the wildcat stealing through the undergrowth, the lizard glittering by the stone, the fish leaping in the stream, the plaint of the whippoorwill, the call of the bluebird, the golden flash of the oriole, the honk of the wild geese overhead, the whirr of the mallard from the sedge...
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