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he came to the edge； and the old apple tree itself。 Unchanged！ A little more of the greygreen lichen； a dead branch or two； and for the rest it might have been only last night that he had embraced that mossy trunk after Megan's flight and inhaled its woody savour； while above his head the moonlit blossom had seemed to breathe and live。 In that early spring a few buds were showing already； the blackbirds shouting their songs； a cuckoo calling； the sunlight bright and warm。 Incredibly the same…the chattering trout…stream； the narrow pool he had lain in every morning； splashing the water over his flanks and chest； and out there in the wild meadow the beech clump and the stone where the gipsy bogie was supposed to sit。 And an ache for lost youth； a hankering； a sense of wasted love and sweetness； gripped Ashurst by the throat。 Surely； on this earth of such wild beauty； one was meant to hold rapture to one's heart； as this earth and sky held it！ And yet； one could not！
He went to the edge of the stream； and looking down at the little pool； thought： 'Youth and spring！ What has become of them all； I wonder？'
And then； in sudden fear of having this memory jarred by human encounter； he went back to the lane； and pensively retraced his steps to the crossroads。
Beside the car an old； grey…bearded labourer was leaning on a stick； talking to the chauffeur。 He broke off at once； as though guilty of disrespect； and touching his hat； prepared to limp on down the lane。
Ashurst pointed to the narrow green mound。 〃Can you tell me what this is？〃
The old fellow stopped； on his face had come a look as though he were thinking： 'You've come to the right shop； mister！'
〃'Tes a grave；〃 he said。
〃But why out here？〃
The old man smiled。 〃That's a tale； as yu may say。 An' not the first time as I've a…told etthere's plenty folks asks 'bout that bit o' turf。 'Maid's Grave' us calls et； 'ereabouts。〃
Ashurst held out his pouch。 〃Have a fill？〃
The old man touched his hat again； and slowly filled an old clay pipe。 His eyes； looking upward out of a mass of wrinkles and hair； were still quite bright。
〃If yu don' mind； zurr； I'll zet down my leg's 'urtin' a bit today。〃 And he sat down on the mound of turf。
〃There's always a flower on this grave。 An' 'tain't so very lonesome； neither； brave lot o' folks goes by now； in they new motor cars an' thingsnot as 'twas in th' old days。 She've a got company up 'ere。 'Twas a poor soul killed 'erself。〃
〃I see！〃 said Ashurst。 〃Cross…roads burial。 I didn't know that custom was kept up。〃
〃Ah！ but 'twas a main long time ago。 Us 'ad a parson as was very God…fearin' then。 Let me see； I've a 'ad my pension six year come Michaelmas； an' I were just on fifty when t'appened。 There's none livin' knows more about et than what I du。 She belonged close 'ere； same farm as where I used to work along o' Mrs。 Narracombe 'tes Nick Narracombe's now； I dus a bit for 'im still； odd times。〃
Ashurst； who was leaning against the gate； lighting his pipe； left his curved hands before his face for long after the flame of the match had gone out。
〃Yes？〃 he said； and to himself his voice sounded hoarse and queer。
〃She was one in an 'underd； poor maid！ I putts a flower 'ere every time I passes。 Pretty maid an' gude maid she was； though they wouldn't burry 'er up to th' church； nor where she wanted to be burried neither。〃 The old labourer paused； and put his hairy； twisted hand flat down on the turf beside the bluebells。
〃Yes？〃 said Ashurst。
〃In a manner of speakin'；〃 the old man went on； 〃I think as 'twas a love…storythough there's no one never knu for zartin。 Yu can't tell what's in a maid's 'ead but that's wot I think about it。〃 He drew his hand along the turf。 〃I was fond o' that maiddon' know as there was anyone as wasn' fond of 'er。 But she was to lovin'… 'eartedthat's where 'twas； I think。〃 He looked up。 And Ashurst； whose lips were trembling in the cover of his beard； murmured again： 〃Yes？〃
〃'Twas in the spring； 'bout now as 't might be； or a little later blossom timean' we 'ad one o' they young college gentlemen stayin' at the farm…nice feller tu； with 'is 'ead in the air。 I liked 'e very well； an' I never see nothin' between 'em； but to my thinkin' 'e turned the maid's fancy。〃 The old man took the pipe out of his mouth； spat； and went on：
〃Yu see； 'e went away sudden one day； an' never come back。 They got 'is knapsack and bits o' things down there still。 That's what stuck in my mind'is never sendin' for 'em。 'Is name was Ashes； or somethen' like that。〃
〃Yes？〃 said Ashurst once more。
The old man licked his lips。
〃'Er never said nothin'； but from that day 'er went kind of dazed lukin'； didn'seem rightly therr at all。 I never knu a'uman creature so changed in me lifenever。 There was another young feller at the farmJoe Biddaford 'is name wer'； that was praaperly sweet on 'er； tu； I guess 'e used to plague 'er wi 'is attentions。 She got to luke quite wild。 I'd zee her sometimes of an avenin' when I was bringin' up the calves； ther' she'd stand in th' orchard； under the big apple tree； lukin' straight before 'er。 'Well；' I used t'think； 'I dunno what 'tes that's the matter wi' yu； but yu'm lukin' pittiful； that yu be！'〃
The old man refit his pipe； and sucked at it reflectively。
〃Yes？〃 said Ashurst。
〃I remembers one day I said to 'er： 'What's the matter； Megan？''er name was Megan David； she come from Wales same as 'er aunt； ol' Missis Narracombe。 'Yu'm frettin' about somethin'。 I says。 'No； Jim；' she says； 'I'm not frettin'。' 'Yes； yu be！' I says。 'No；' she says； and to tears cam' rollin' out。 'Yu'm cryin'what's that； then？' I says。 She putts 'er 'and over 'er 'eart： 'It 'urts me；' she says； 'but 'twill sune be better；' she says。 'But if anything shude 'appen to me； Jim； I wants to be burried under this 'ere apple tree。' I laughed。 'What's goin' to 'appen to yu？' I says； 'don't 'ee be fulish。' 'No；' she says； ' I won't be fulish。' Well； I know what maids are； an' I never thought no more about et； till two days arter that； 'bout six in the avenin' I was comin' up wi' the calves； when I see somethin' dark lyin' in the strame； close to that big apple tree。 I says to meself： 'Is that a pig…funny place for a pig to get to！' an' I goes up to et； an' I see what 'twas。〃
The old man stopped； his eyes； turned upward； had a bright； suffering look。
〃'Twas the maid； in a little narrer pool ther' that's made by the stoppin' of a rockwhere I see the young gentleman bathin' once or twice。 'Er was lyin' on 'er face in the watter。 There was a plant o' goldie…cups growin' out o' the stone just above 'er'ead。 An' when I come to luke at 'er face； 'twas luvly； butiful； so calm's a baby's… …wonderful butiful et was。 When the doctor saw 'er； 'e said： 〃Er culdn' never a…done it in that little bit o' watter ef' er 'adn't a… been in an extarsy。' Ah！ an' judgin' from 'er face； that was just 'ow she was。 Et made me cry praaper…butiful et was！ 'Twas June then； but she'd afound a little bit of apple…blossom left over somewheres； and stuck et in 'er 'air。 That's why I thinks 'er must abeen in an extarsy； to go to et gay； like that。 Why！ the