his head ripples in the gale. Under the sign-post, in the pouringrain he stands, and watches another quavering figure drifting down the Wayfleet road. Then swiftly he streams after it. It flie ckers among the trees. He licks out and winds about them. Over under, blown, contorted. Spindrift after spindrift; smoke following smoke There is a wailing through the trees, a wailing of fear and after it laughter--laughter--laughter, skirling up to the black sky Lightning jags over the funeral procession. A heavy clap ofthunder Then darkness and rain. and the sound of feet and wheelshis head ripples in the gale. Under the sign-post, in the pouring rain, he stands, and watches another quavering figure drifting down the Wayfleet road. Then swiftly he streams after it. It flickers among the trees. He licks out and winds about them. Over, under, blown, contorted. Spindrift after spindrift; smoke following smoke. There is a wailing through the trees, a wailing of fear, and after it laughter -- laughter --laughter, skirling up to the black sky. Lightning jags over the funeral procession. A heavy clap of thunder. Then darkness and rain, and the sound of feet and wheels