John Sherman and Dhoya Author:William Butler Yeats Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: VIII. Radually those bright eyes of his imagination, watching him from letters and from among the fourteen flies on the ceiling, had ceased to be cent... more »ers of peace. They seemed like two whirlpools, wherein the order and quiet of his life were absorbed hourly and daily. He still thought sometimes of the country'house of his dreams and of the garden and the three gardeners, but somehow they had lost half their charm. He had written to Howard and some others, and commenced, at last, a letter to Mary Carton. It lay unfinished on his desk; a thin coating of dust was gathering upon it. Mrs. Leland called continually on Mrs. Sherman. She sentimentalized over the lovers, and even wept over them; each visit supplied the household with con-versation for a week. .Every Sunday morning—his letter-writing time—S h e r m a n looked at his uncompleted letter. Gradually it became plain to him he could not finish it. It had never seemed to him he had more than friendship for Mary Carton, yet somehow it was not possible to tell her of this love-affair. The more his betrothed troubled him the more he thought about the unfinished letter. He was a man standing at the cross-roads. Whenever the wind blew from the south he remembered his friend, for that is the wind that fills the heart with memory. One Sunday he removed the dust from the face of the letter almost reverently, as though it were the dust from the wheels of destiny. But the letter remained unfinished, 'NE Wednesday in June Sherman arrived home an hour earlier than usual from his office, as his wont was the first Wednesday in every month, on which day his mother was at home to her friends. They had not many callers. To-day there was no one as yet but a badly dressed old lady his mother had picked up he knew n...« less