Rainbow Valley

It was a clear, apple-green evening in May, and Four Winds Harbour wasmirroring back the clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. Thesea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial windcame piping down the red harbour road along which Miss Cornelia's comfortable, matronly figure was making its way towards the village of Glen St. Mary. MissCornelia was rightfully Mrs. Marshall Elliott, and had been Mrs. Marshall Elliott forthirteen years, but even yet more people referred to her as Miss Cornelia than asMrs. Elliott. The old name was dear to her old friends, only one of themcontemptuously dropped it. Susan Baker, the gray and grim and faithfulhandmaiden of the Blythe family at Ingleside, never lost an opportunity of callingher "Mrs. Marshall Elliott," with the most killing and pointed emphasis, as if to say"You wanted to be Mrs. and Mrs. you shall be with a vengeance as far as I amconcerned.