THE VALLEY The long twilight of the June day had changed into a night that was scarcely darker, so bright was the moonlight.

Seen from the house, the barn and the low buildings beyond loomed shadowy and unreal, yet very beautiful.

On the side porch of the house sat Simeon Holly and his wife, content to rest mind and body only because a full day's work lay well done behind them.
It was just as Simeon rose to his feet to go indoors that a long note from a violin reached their ears.
"Simeon!" cried the woman.

"What was that ?" The man did not answer.

His eyes were fixed on the barn.
"Simeon, it's a fiddle!" exclaimed Mrs.Holly, as a second tone quivered on the air "And it's in our barn!" Simeon's jaw set.