Green Fancy

Green Fancy

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[Illustration: THE RED GLEAM FROM THE BLAZING LOGS FELL
UPON HER SHINING HAIR; IT GLISTENED LIKE GOLD. SHE
WORE A SIMPLE EVENING GOWN OF WHITE.]
GREEN FANCY
BY
GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON
AUTHOR OF "GRAUSTARK," "THE HOLLOW OF HER HAND,"
"THE PRINCE OF GRAUSTARK," ETC.
WITH FRONTISPIECE BY C. ALLAN GILBERT
NEW YORK
1917

CONTENTS
I. THE FIRST WAYFARER AND THE SECOND WAYFARER
MEET AND PART ON THE HIGHWAY
II. THE FIRST WAYFARER LAYS HIS PACK ASIDE AND FALLS
IN WITH FRIENDS
III. MR. RUSHCROFT DISSOLVES, MR. JONES INTERVENES,
AND TWO MEN RIDE AWAY
IV. AN EXTRAORDINARY CHAMBERMAID, A MIDNIGHT
TRAGEDY, AND A MAN WHO SAID "THANK YOU"
V. THE FARM-BOY TELLS A GHASTLY STORY, AND AN
IRISHMAN ENTERS
VI. CHARITY BEGINS FAR FROM HOME, AND A STROLL IN
THE WILDWOOD FOLLOWS
VII. SPUN-GOLD HAIR, BLUE EYES, AND VARIOUS

ENCOUNTERS
VIII. A NOTE, SOME FANCIES, AND AN EXPEDITION IN
QUEST OF FACTS
IX. THE FIRST WAYFARER, THE SECOND WAYFARER, AND
THE SPIRIT OF CHIVALRY ASCENDANT
X. THE PRISONER OF GREEN FANCY, AND THE LAMENT OF
PETER THE CHAUFFEUR
XI. MR. SPROUSE ABANDONS LITERATURE AT AN EARLY
HOUR IN THE MORNING
XII. THE FIRST WAYFARER ACCEPTS AN INVITATION, AND
MR. DILLINGFORD BELABORS A PROXY
XIII. THE SECOND WAYFARER RECEIVES TWO VISITORS AT
MIDNIGHT
XIV. A FLIGHT, A STONE-CUTTER'S SHED, AND A VOICE
OUTSIDE
XV. LARGE BODIES MOVE SLOWLY,--BUT MR. SPROUSE
WAS SMALLER THAN THE AVERAGE
XVI. THE FIRST WAYFARER VISITS A SHRINE, CONFESSES,
AND TAKES AN OATH
XVII. THE SECOND WAYFARER IS TRANSFORMED, AND
MARRIAGE IS FLOUTED
XVIII. MR. SPROUSE CONTINUES TO BE PERPLEXING, BUT
PUTS HIS NOSE TO THE GROUND
XIX. A TRIP BY NIGHT, A SUPPER, AND A LATE ARRIVAL
XX. THE FIRST WAYFARER HAS ONE TREASURE THRUST
UPON HIM,--AND FORTHWITH CLAIMS ANOTHER
XXI. THE END IN SIGHT

CHAPTER I
THE FIRST WAYFARER AND THE SECOND WAYFARER MEET
AND PART ON THE HIGHWAY
A solitary figure trudged along the narrow road that wound its
serpentinous way through the dismal, forbidding depths of the forest: a
man who, though weary and footsore, lagged not in his swift, resolute
advance. Night was coming on, and with it the no uncertain prospects

of storm. Through the foliage that overhung the wretched road, his
ever-lifting and apprehensive eye caught sight of the thunder-black,
low-lying clouds that swept over the mountain and bore down upon the
green, whistling tops of the trees. At a cross-road below he had
encountered a small girl driving homeward the cows. She was afraid of
the big, strange man with the bundle on his back and the stout walking
stick in his hand: to her a remarkable creature who wore "knee pants"
and stockings like a boy on Sunday, and hob-nail shoes, and a funny
coat with "pleats" and a belt, and a green hat with a feather sticking up
from the band. His agreeable voice and his amiable smile had no charm
for her. He merely wanted to know how far it was to the nearest village,
but she stared in alarm and edged away as if preparing to break into
mad flight the instant she was safely past him with a clear way ahead.
"Don't be afraid," he said gently. "And here! Catch it if you can." He
tossed a coin across the road. It struck at her feet and rolled into the
high grass. She did not divert her gaze for the fraction of a second. "I'm
a stranger