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"More than any other oddess," he cried

The minutes and the hours of that day stood out ever afterward in Kent's life as unforgettable memories There were tih he lived and breathed in an insubstantial world s which must be the fabric of dreaedy froht ca with the law; that they were not on enchanted ground, but in deadly peril; that it was all a fools' paradise from which some terrible shock would shortly awaken him But these periods of apprehension were, in themselves, ain and again the subconscious force within hireat truth, that it was all extraordinarily real

It was Marette who made him doubt himself at times He could not, quite yet, coiven hilory of this love that had come to them she was like a child to hi that she had forgotten yesterday, and the day before, and ill the days before that She was going home She whispered that to hi in his brain Yet she told hi that the fulfilment of her promise was not far away And there was no embarrassment in the manner of her surrender when he held her in his arms, and she held her face up, so that he could kiss her , lovely eyes What he saas the flush of a great happiness, the al with the woht of Kedsty, and of the Law that was rousing itself into life back at Athabasca Landing

And then she ran her fingers through his own and told him to wait, and ran into the cabin and came out a moment later with her brush; and after that she seated herself at the fulcruan to brush out her hair in the sun

"I'lad you love it, Jeems," she said

She unbound the thick braid and let the silken strands of it run caressingly between her fingers She smoothed it out, brushed it until it was low of the sun She held it up so that it rippled out in shi cascades about her--and then, suddenly, Kent saw the short tress from which had been clipped the rope of hair that he had taken fro fiercely the excla happiness fro, the low, thrilling melody of Le Chaudiere