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Sampson's _Unusual Modes of Breeding among Anura_, Amer.Nat.

xxxiv., 1900.--W.T.G.

They set their burdens down.Larry looked at them with interest.

"You surely have those things well trained, Lakla," he said.

"Things!" The handmaiden arose, eyes flashing with indig-nation."You call my _Akka_ things!"

"Well," said Larry, a bit taken aback, "what do you call them?""My _Akka are a PEOPLE," she retorted."As much a people as your race or mine.They are good and loyal, and they have speech and arts, and they slay not, save for food or to pro-tect themselves.And I think them beautiful, Larry, BEAUTIFUL!"She stamped her foot."And you call them--THINGS!"Beautiful! These? Yet, after all, they were, in their gro-tesque fashion.And to Lakla, surrounded by them, from babyhood, they were not strange, at all.Why shouldn't she think them beautiful? The same thought must have struck O'Keefe, for he flushed guiltily.

"I think them beautiful, too, Lakla," he said remorsefully.

"It's my not knowing your tongue too well that traps me.

TRULY, I think them beautiful--I'd tell them so, if I knew their talk."Lakla dimpled, laughed--spoke to the attendants in that strange speech that was unquestionably a language; they bridled, looked at O'Keefe with fantastic coquetry, cracked and boomed softly among themselves.

"They say they like YOU better than the men of Muria,"laughed Lakla.

"Did I ever think I'd be swapping compliments with lady frogs!" he murmured to me."Buck up, Larry--keep your eyes on the captive Irish princess!" he muttered to himself.

"Rador goes to meet one of the _ladala_ who is slipping through with news," said the Golden Girl as we addressed ourselves to the food."Then, with Nak, he and Olaf go to muster the _Akka_--for there will be battle, and we must pre-pare.Nak," she added, "is he who went before me when you were dancing with Yolara, Larry." She stole a swift, mis-chievous glance at him."He is headman of all the _Akka_.""Just what forces can we muster against them when they come, darlin'?" said Larry.

"Darlin'?"--the Golden Girl had caught the caress of the word--"what's that?""It's a little word that means Lakla," he answered."It does--that is, when I say it; when you say it, then it means Larry.""I like that word," mused Lakla.

"You can even say Larry darlin'!" suggested O'Keefe.

"Larry darlin'!" said Lakla."When they come we shall have first of all my _Akka_--""Can they fight, _mavourneen_?" interrupted Larry.

"Can they fight! My _Akka_!" Again her eyes flashed."They will fight to the last of them--with the spears that give the swift rotting, covered, as they are, with the jelly of those _Saddu_ there--" She pointed through a rift in the foliage across which, on the surface of the sea, was floating one of the moon globes--and now I know why Rador had warned Larry against a plunge there."With spears and clubs and with teeth and nails and spurs--they are a strong and brave people, Larry--darlin', and though they hurl the _Keth_ at them, it is slow to work upon them, and they slay even while they are passing into the nothingness!""And have we none of the _Keth_?" he asked.

"No"--she shook her head--"none of their weapons have we here, although it was--it was the Ancient Ones who shaped them.""But the Three are of the Ancient Ones?" I cried."Surely they can tell--""No," she said slowly."No--there is something you must know--and soon; and then the Silent Ones say you will un-derstand.You, especially, Goodwin, who worship wisdom.""Then," said Larry, "we have the _Akka_; and we have the four men of us, and among us three guns and about a hun-dred cartridges--an'--an' the power of the Three--but what about the Shining One, Fireworks--""I do not know." Again the indecision that had been in her eyes when Yolara had launched her defiance crept back.

"The Shining One is strong--and he has his--slaves!""Well, we'd better get busy good and quick!" the O'Keefe's voice rang.But Lakla, for some reason of her own, would pursue the matter no further.The trouble fled from her eyes --they danced.

"Larry darlin'?" she murmured."I like the touch of your lips--""You do?" he whispered, all thought flying of anything but the beautiful, provocative face so close to his."Then, _acushla_, you're goin' to get acquainted with 'em! Turn your head, Doc!" he said.

And I turned it.There was quite a long silence, broken by an interested, soft outburst of gentle boomings from the serving frog-maids.I stole a glance behind me.Lakla's head lay on the Irishman's shoulder, the golden eyes misty sun-pools of love and adoration; and the O'Keefe, a new look of power and strength upon his clear-cut features, was gazing down into them with that look which rises only from the heart touched for the first time with that true, all-powerful love, which is the pulse of the universe itself, the real music of the spheres of which Plato dreamed, the love that is stronger than death itself, immortal as the high gods and the true soul of all that mystery we call life.

Then Lakla raised her hands, pressed down Larry's head, kissed him between the eyes, drew herself with a trembling little laugh from his embrace.

"The future Mrs.Larry O'Keefe, Goodwin," said Larry to me a little unsteadily.

I took their hands--and Lakla kissed me!

She turned to the booming--smiling--frog-maids; gave them some command, for they filed away down the path.

Suddenly I felt, well, a little superfluous.