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Updated: June 4, 2025
He saw a neat array of letter-trays, costly silver and tortoise-shell writing appointments, a couple of heavy gold fountain pens, and an orderly collection of pencils. Lying flat on the great silver-edged blotter was a long brown envelope which had been opened.
First, the men's cook discovered a German officer's silver-edged iron cross. One of the servants, a noted searcher after unconsidered trifles, had found a Boche officer's overcoat in one of the huts. He went through the pockets and threw the coat away. The cook, coming after him, picked up the coat, and, "Blow me," said he, "if this didn't fall out."
I picked up one, and you can perhaps imagine my emotions, when I saw that my own lover was the betrothed of my friend. Dr. Grey, eight miserable years have gone wearily over my head since then, but now, in the dead of night, if I shut my eyes, I see staring at me, like the rayless, glazed orbs of the dead, that silver-edged wedding card, bearing in silver letters Maurice Carlyle, Evelyn Flewellyn.
Between rafts of silver-edged clouds were channels of ocean-blue sky, inconceivably deep and transparent. The air was serene, with a faint acid taste. Suddenly there shrilled a soft, sweet, melancholy whistle, earnestly repeated. It seemed to come from the little pond in the near-by copses. It struck him strangely. It might be anything, he thought.
Lonely, melancholy, nameless graves upon the windy desert slope! By this time the long shadows had begun to fall. Sunset over Death Valley! A golden flare burned over the Panamints long tapering notched mountains with all their rugged conformation showing. Above floated gold and gray and silver-edged clouds below shone a whorl of dusky, ruddy bronze haze, gradually thickening.
An hour or two later Muriel went out on the prairie and walked toward a poplar bluff, in the shadow of which she gathered ripe red saskatoons, and then sat down to look about. The dazzling blue of the sky was broken by rounded masses of silver-edged clouds that drove along before a fresh northwest breeze.
"You are here look!" she pointed to the table strewn with the remains of the meal, with flasks and glasses and tall silver-edged horns. "But he is starving! Starving!" she repeated, as if the physical pain touched herself. "You shall go to him to-morrow! Go, yourself!" he replied in a soothing tone. "I!" she cried. "Never!"
He also caught a fish over the stern, while Ken was loading up at Bayside. Then, to crown the day's delight, under the door at Applegate, when they returned, was thrust a silver-edged note from the Maestro, inviting them all to supper at his house, in honor of the occasion. The Maestro's house wore always a mantle of gentle aloofness, like something forgotten among its over-grown garden paths.
And presently they did come to his gate, where the silver-edged willows came close on the one side and the wide hay meadows reached out on the other toward the curving pathway of the river. He pulled up. "Could you hold these horses, ma'am, fer a minute? I got to open the gate." He handed her the reins, it never occurring to him that there was any one in the world who had never driven horses.
On it was a large brass lamp which cast a brilliant circle of light upon the broad flat top of the desk with its orderly array of letter-trays, its handsome silver-edged blotter and silver and tortoise-shell writing appurtenances. By the light of this lamp Dr. Romain, looking from the doorway, saw that Hartley Parrish's chair was vacant, pushed back a little way from the desk.
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