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In the slowly breaking gloom of the cabin, with Marette's ariven hi but the thrill of his one great hope on earth coer a prayer, and what he had dreaer a dream; yet for a space the reality of it seemed unreal What he said in those first moments of his exaltation he would probably never re trivial and aled and sed up by the warm beat and throb of that other life, a thousand times more precious than his ohich he held in his arms Yet with the mad thrill that possessed him, in the eentleness, that drew fro of his name She drew his head down and kissed him, and Kent fell upon his knees at her side and crushed his face close down to her--while outside the patter of rain on the roof had ceased, and the fog-like darkness was breaking with gray dawn

In that dawn of the new day Kent came at last out of the cabin and looked upon a splendid world In his breast was the glory of a thing new-born, and the world, like hiray river lay under his eyes Shoreward he made out the dark outlines of the deep spruce and cedar and balsareat stillness, broken only by the murmur of the river and the ripple of water under the scow Wind had gone with the black rainclouds, and Kent, as he looked about hiht, and the breaking in the East of a new paradise In the East, as the ray, and after that, swiftly, with thefire see the sky with a delicate pink that crept higher and higher as Kent watched it The river, all at once, caht The scoas about in the middle of the channel Two hundred yards on either side were thick green walls of forest glistening fresh and cool with the wet of stor deep into his lungs

In the cabin he heard sound Marette was up, and he was eager to have her colory of their first day He watched the smoke of the fire he had built, hardwood smoke that drifted up white and clean into the rain-washed air