Day and Night Stories

By Algernon Blackwood. I THE TRYST "_Je suis la première au rendez-vous. Je vous attends._" As he got out of the train at the little wayside station he remembered the conversation as if it had been yesterday, instead of fifteen years ago--and his heart went thumping against his ribs so violently that he almost heard it. The original thrill came over him again with all its infinite yearning. He felt it as he had felt it _then_--not with that tragic lessening the interval had brought to each repetition of its memory. H