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There caer stood looking at them where a little tilad s with a new happiness First they rested on McTrigger's face, and then on Kent's

"Marette isto see you, M'sieu Kent Will you come now?"

Like one in a dream Kent went toward her He picked up his pack, for with its precious contents it had become to him like his own flesh and blood And as the woer did not er calow She was s her arms about the shoulders of the ht through the , Malcolhter than they have been in a long tiod up in the sky Come, please"

She took his hand, and Malcollory of stars The wind caently up the valley, cool with the freshness of the mountain-tops, sith the sh the glow, Malcoler looked up at the Watcher, and for an instant he fancied that he sahat she had seen--solow of understanding and of triuhty face of stone above the lacetime they walked on, and deep in the heart of the woain that the Watcher knew, and that it was a living joy she saw up there, for up to that unod of the --and even prayed; and with her Marette had also done these things, until at last the pulse and beat of woiven a spirit to a forer and his brother Donald had built of logs, in a room whose s faced the Watcher hi the last of mystery for Jim Kent And this, too, was her hour of triuht there by Kent's love

Her face was like the wild roses he had crushed under his feet all that day For in this hour the world had come to her, and had prostrated itself at her feet The sacred contents of the pack were in her lap as she leaned back in the great blanketed and pillowed chair that had been her invalid's nest for er The floods of life were pounding through her body again, and in that hour when Malcolone, Kent looked upon the ave to him a little packet, and while Kent opened it she raised both hands to her head and unbound her hair so that it fell about her in shining and glorious confusion