The great white and red roses of the d'aubusson carpet are spread enigmatically about her feline feet; a grand piano leans its melodious mouth to her; and there she sits when her visitors have left her, playing Beethoven's sonatas in the dreamy firelight.

I mark the fitful firelight fling Its warm caresses on her brow, And kiss her hands' unmelting snow, And glisten on her wedding-ring.

I love them all! Still, as I mused, the naked room, The alien firelight died away, And, from the midst of cheerless gloom, I passed to bright, unclouded day.

" "I am going because I want tobecause I am dead tired, and long, with a perfect passion, for our cozy room, the dim firelight, and my darling toasting her pretty slippers.

Still looking toward the distant firelight, my mother continued: "My daughter, beware of the paleface.

The man cursed once, blasphemously, his face dusky and evil in the eerie firelight, but immediately turned back to his talk.

For a few minutes they took little notice of the prone figures at the far edge of the fading firelight.

The old familiar picturethe firelight rich and red, The lamplight soft and mellow, the shadowed beams o'erhead; And father with his paper, and mother, calm and sweet, Mending the red yarn stockings stubbed through by careless feet.

In the flickering firelight Brown was obliged to come close to each, as in smiling silence they approached him, before he could make sure whom the furs and scarfs enshrouded.

Eric looking up at her in the starlight saw her hair like pale firelight under her dark hood and her eyes so calm and friendly.

The parlor looked so cheerful in the rosy firelight that Dotty thought she "would like to kiss every single thing in the room."

The uncertain firelight made it barely possible to identify their numbers.

The sight of that refined face, and of the warm yellow firelight which beat upon it, was a very cheering one to a cold and famished traveller.

" With their guns in their hands, and taking good care to shut the door both at the top and bottom of the companionway, the two lads followed Bok and Horton through the dark death-cabin and passage to the kitchen, lit up by the cheerful firelight.

About this time, she must be sitting in her chintz-covered rocker, combing out the ringlets of her golden-white hair in the cheery firelight.