Stella Rosevelt — page 175: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“WHY HAS HE DONE THIS THING?” 169 you and me to be quits on that day’s work,” the kind-hearted creature returned, a tear starting to her eyes as she remem- bered hcow bright and happy the fair girl had been during those long hours while she had worked so busily and patiently with her. But she could not stay with her, much as she wished to do so, and try to bring back her truant smiles, for her many duties called her below, and she went away, cautioning Star to be very careful and not take more cold. | Left alone, the unhappy girl felt that she must get out and away from that close room where she had suffered so much; she must do something to make her forget, or her brain would be turned. So, wrapping a shawl about her, she stole down a back way, out by aside door into the grounds, and taking a circuitous path, made her way as rapidly as her strength would permit toward the lodge. She had accomplished about half the distance when her limbs began to fail her, and she became so weak and faint from the exertion she had made that she was obliged to stop and lean against the trunk of a large tree to rest awhile. It was nearly dark, for the sun had gone down and the heavy foliage of the surrounding trees made deep shadows all about her; the air was chill with the breath of the frost spirit—so different from the mild loveliness which had prevailed only forty-eight hours before~-and the rustling leaves above her seemed mourning over the fate awaiting them, when its cold hand should sway their frail stems and lay them low. | A feeling of unutterable woe overcame her—such a sense of loneliness and desolation that she could not bear it; and cover- ing her face with her hands, she gave way to the flood of tears which would not be restrained. She had no idea’ how long she wept—-time, place, everything - was lost in the utter abandonment of her grief—until she was Gomichooks. Go