CHAPTER VI

Indian summer ruled for its little smiling-while, and warmed the early night of fall with a pleasant dream of October remembering April. The long belated spring wind was as impudently inappropriate as youth astray in a graveyard. It crept through the lifted window and teased the light ringlets of hair about the ice-white brow of the weird girl who had drifted into Noll’s life as curiously as the spring wind that blew through the October trees. They had told Noll that she only slept, but she gave no proof of life. H…