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"Zora--" he gasped, "ho did you do it?"

She only s only to whisper: "Dreams--dreams--it's all dreams here, I tells you"

Bles frowned and stood irresolute The song proceeded with less assurance, slower and lower, till it stopped, and the singer dropped to the ground, watching hiht, tired, scratched, but undaunted, striving blindly toward the light with stanch, unfaltering faith A pity surged in his heart He put his arm about her shoulders and murmured: "You poor, brave child"

And she shivered with joy

All day Saturday and part of Sunday they worked feverishly The trees crashed and the sturoaned and crept up into the air, the brahtened animals fled for shelter; and a wide black patch of rich loam broadened and broadened till it kissed, on every side but the sheltered east, the black waters of the lagoon Late Sunday night the oon, and disappeared toward the Cresswell fields Then Bles sat down beside Zora, facing the fields, and gravely took her hand She looked at him in quick, breathless fear

"Zora," he said, "sometimes you tell lies, don't you?"

"Yes," she said slowly; "sometimes"

"And, Zora, sometimes you steal--you stole the pin from Miss Taylor, and we stole Mr Cresswell's mule for two days"

"Yes," she said faintly, with a perplexed wrinkle in her brows, "I stole it"

"Well, Zora, I don't want you ever to tell another lie, or ever to take anything that doesn't belong to you"

She looked at hi like terror far back in the depths of her deep eyes

"Always--tell--the truth?" she repeated slowly