CASTLES IN SPAIN Ruth welcomed him with her usual smile--once he had thought it the most beautiful thing in the world.

In the twilight of the April evening her face gleamed almost marble white.

He dragged a footstool up to her side.
"Little woman, you are looking pale," he declared.

"Give me your hands to hold.

Can't you see that I have come just at the right time?
Even the coal barges look like phantom boats.