was the subtle charm found in the waving of mist-softened and mist-blued trees against a grey rainy sky. Late afternoon, with premature twilight, came, bringing with it a melancholy that was born possibly of the dark gloomy weather, or of the first evidences of approaching fall.

But oh - the sunset! Coming after the long dark day, an ordinary sunset (if such be possible) would have been thrice welcome. But to crown such a day with a sunset like tonights! –‘twas a wonderful act!  It began ever so gently, with a delicate pink low down in the north west. Then - it happened so suddenly that our breaths were bated - first with astonishment next with admiration, and finally with worship for the power behind it. And this is what happened. With a powerful rush, a bright ver­million color swept over the whole west and northwest sky. Ragged and wild as they were, the scarlet clouds were like a huge unchecked mass of flames. The earth glowed in the awesome color. People