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A rcmota OonM vflUn. trailing la ThltciratfMd eMtagM down a pr*(Ml out narrow Ino bordarod bj Utti» cobbled tttflhaa whereto doeka nddlrd and talked tofether—winding round a comer between fragrant gardm that merged teto gray walla of

OOXCu rrrn» uwa forth into area ef pwpto-rad fnchalaa and bulged eat toto great ctnmpe of vtdnngMf; panelng tor breath, while \>e lane di-opped to the old ton to th# valley below. Cm white end grey (octagM atraggled along on either aide

vblrh Barhare totnd bereett The chance aei.-H»jr ef e frlcad‘1 itjfjre bad led her weary tootstna ttArr—to a am all grey boose neai Ui« river, kept by a bright young wowan and her true-hearted boabard. Here, unknown and annotioed. away ftem the atlnga of tnf idooa tongeea, the Inqiilaltlee t£f h ceeepapi Uk qm-atlona and Ooubta and H err heart. the Joy of yonr own pereoaal lew la withdrawn,” Margaret Field had arid, one day to London, “the sud 1: '<-er loot Ton may think It .ar a time: hot. Utar. It ahoota up , | ouriahed by axpartence. growing tote )• wrong plant which will develop into a towering tree of many branches.” ibe truth of that, too, was dimly to hrr mind aa ane watched the stgp tea* out above the harbor—to her t-un tin- u..-u pAmb ot one who, ^ek; up tl'tlng at windmills he can ir\-r i-onquer, lays hit land upon tie p!«w which needs It. If solving thr myatc-y of aoffertng could never be .■ouiplished: If bar own peruonal tniu'ie to kappiaeas were lost; than ««M*t ab» must be to bold out the hand of fodowatbp to those companhaa la bitter waters—to hdp And It hr the world starring for love. . . - Ptthaiw—who knows?—that is the an**rr to the riddle As darkness fell she tamed down tie path orar the rocks; crossed the Utile bridge spanning the river; and B»de her way to tba gray houae. from •hich cheerful lights beckoned. . . . Kl„ fumbled with the banal*, turned t,op-ned the door: then stood for a Outcnt blinking confusedly • for wnHhlng big and dark had loomed

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hiding the A greet cry bum eudd.nl, from the girts llpe. ... la the dark ebe turned ashy white; ewayad; clulched vately at the door-post; and would have fallen, had she not been caught by arms that bald her so strongly that they stopped her breath. . . Alan stood on the threshold. vm It wee only e email sitting room, with an oU lamp and a crackling flru. But all the worida and all th# hear* raa were enclosed within Its walla to the two who dung together In their rapture. Wonderingly. almost reverently, the girl pemed her hands over the arma that clasped her—touching the dark hair and brented cheek half-feerfully, scarcely believing to their reality! looking upon him with bewildered, darkened ayes almc.t afraid to trust their own right The toll broad-shoul-dered figure had loet not an inch of Its uprightness, jor bad the head loet Its old domlnarti pots*. The few extra lines round the smiling Ups and glowing eyes were swept up Into the radiance which eeemed to envelop hint. Tet, In the dark dothes of drUlaarton, he appeared subtly strange to the half-clad, barefooted overlord of enrages of other day*. Tea” be arid at last catching bar hand tightly wandering over his arm. Ttl all eel. Solid flesh—no ghost!” He raised her chin 'n the old poeseerivt way. and looked long Uto the thin face end dark ringed eyes which told their own trie of suffering endured ; then be pressed her heed to hie breast and held her dose again to alienee, at If defying any fate to e^arate them now. . . . “But" she summered faintly at lari, “bow la It why—1 don’t under-

"Why Pm not sleeping with my fathers. aa you all sunnlaed? WeU— that u yoot fault” “Miner !*» nodde-l ■’When Babooms was about to send me to my gods, you conveniently sent him. Instead, to the shades of Velhalla—that last bullet you know!” Her eyes ooeaad wide, and tAa caught Her breath. “I—rilled Mm? T-WUed Babooms Swiftly he doe-d her Ups with his own. with quick perception ef the effects which renewed dmisattea might have had upon the primitive tn-

” ows my very life to you. wife ef ■) weert” he whispered. But hie reflections were misplaced. “Thank God P ah* cried unexpectedly. ”1 would atm rill anybody—any day—who attemptad to hurt you.” “■Norn de Dleur" he echoed the Frenchmen. "Our Uto will be e checkered career." Then Barbara tolly recognUed once more the old Alan of flesh and blood, deep moods and light banter, poetic idealism and prompt action—ielldoualy human, warn with love and life. Phe suddenly laughed, the bewildered sense of shock falling from her—the first real nantanaoua 'augh of many weeks. ••Alan! Alan I Nothing matters but the fact that yon are here—sliver But I can't un^eratand ft all. How was such a mistake made?”

“Very easily. Because De Boireeu didn’t, of course, know friend from too! Things were going all right with ua. Bat when one of the devils set Are to the hut and the friendly apecr knocked me Alt, ~e Borceau naturally though all was up. Some of Babooma’s lot tried to reach you. buf Roowa frustrated them. Then De Borceau was ataunci to his oath. He fought anybody who came near you, Ilka a medieval knight and carried you off to safety. Poor Roowa thought he had stolen you from me. and nearly went med!” He laughed reminiscently. "But you? What happened to you? The expedition eaarched the Island. And what became of the De Borceaus when they returned—7" He sank into the big armchair. atW clearing her to ala anna. “!t'a quite a fairy story. Ton remember the wood to the east—where, that first Christ-

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“Every leaf!" aha breathed. Ha smiled toto her eyes. . . . “But not wrary mces-covered rock. In that wood was a very deverty concealed entrance to a subterranean pua■ags leading to a rind of vault This narrowed down Into another outlet— quite Impassable—on the ah ore, which allowed a tittle freed air and glimmer* of tight This cave was tabu. In happier drn, when the tribe was suOrieotiy self-supporting to—provide Its own meet the coodMnaed dinner - _• —well, we need not go toto Setrilat But that cave wtoTeuppused to he haunted with the «Rrita of peat feasts. Nobody liked to apeak of It or go near it When I was considered dead, our friends, very naturally, currxti < v ..., bleeding -orpee—’ “Oh. don’t r cried the girl who ;jef suffered no much from this wellmeaning act She burled her fact m bis shoulder. . . . After a lucid Interval be resumed Us narrative. “When they realised you had been htoleri and I was still alive, the fear uoee that the bird of til omen’ wo aid return and make off with me, tool So, to insure my ariety-lhat was the Irony of It aQ—they raised the tabu and hid me In the cave. Only Roowa was courageous enough to enter with food. I waa knocked out for eotne time. When I recovered—Barbara I Can you pooribly Imagine my feelings upon discovering that the rescue party

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for the beat and were bewildered. Nothing would convince there that the white men were my frienda. I spent what seemed years of agony, doubtful If any further help would come. My only hope lay In you." "In me?" “I thought you would pemund* De Borceau or somebody to try again, aot rest content—" "I wanted to come myself," she cried. "I Implored and threatened and— Oh I everybody waa so pig-headed. But what happened to De Borceau r "Aa soon aa the plane's arrival waa known the whole tribe raced pell-mell to the khore and burned It to cinders. I found the brothers hiding for their Ufe In the foreat." He gave an lerepreaalble hubblu of laughter. "They —literally—fell from the trees upon my neck I We have been kissing each other’s hands or faces ever since. So. again, nothing remained but to writ and hope. I thought at least a nls■lona— party would turn up. That ••cond expedition waa Infernally glow!" He laid his chsek Impulsively down upon hers. “But De Borceau could give me news of you. He told me everything—about Singapore—" Her llpa turned, trembling a tittle, to his. "And." aha whispered. “It 1 !" "And It'" His anna tightened. “And—other things. I insisted. He acted loyally—for ua both. Barbara. But—by heaven I—It made my gorge rise to know what you were faeinoth* inferences, the— And there I waa. powerless aa t stranded Infant to help yon." “It waa h IT she munnnred briefly. "Have yon heard—?" "Madge told me everything. She got the news ef our rescue almost directly after you left London 1 I came home tike the very devil—by see. sir, end land—to find yon had disappeared —gone to break your little heart alone, where I couldn’t find yon—" T bad to come away, Alan. I was

-My Barbara, don't I understand 1" Suddenly Me syea biased In their elf way; and he dashed an arm upon th* table, causing th* flame of the l*jnp to Jump. Thoee blighted Pharisee*! Thaos d—d. goaalping—f “Oh, my dear P She laughed again at tills familiar vahamence. “I went to Darbury," be explained

briefly.

Her laughter fled. “Ton went to Darbury. Alan?” She glanced apprehensively Into his grim face. -What—

What happenedF

He remained silent for a moment,

then met her eyas with a smlie.

“Well ... No deaths occurred."

■ Did—did mother—at y—r

"There was a very free, candid 1b-

ange of opinion! I honestly tried

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«ve one of his old careless shrug*— “she eonrlder* herself dUgraced, an' talks darkly of being obliged to leave Darbury- ■ . • I sew Rochdale Barbara raised her bead again "Ah ! Dear old Hugh! He has been— splendid. Alan. Hit friendship—h\r nmucgte to—to—IH-Ileve—" Her viler

quavered.

“1 know. And he a.’ everybody co* rerned. ml- .Ith justneni have c®

Tlier fell alien* awhile, each knowing. fry ‘heir own Joy. whet It Ml meant to the friend who had met. . . . A realisation of whel thla return would wean to Mr*. Field combined her own uvarv-neimliig Joy u draw from the vry depth, of he? heiin a voiceless prayer met thnnke giving, in the Insnlnoua. darkened e. ea that met her own. she euw th* annie look of almost reverent awe Never had he seemed so gloriously olive, an radiant In spirit. Again all* raised her bands to feel the feature* she had never thought to a*c again: then drew the dear bead, with pea alonnte tendemeaa, down to her breast, and claeped it thera. . . . To both of them, beneath the superficial lightness of talk, this tmnr equaled In sacredneaa that of their marriage morning in the dawn But this held in It, alao. the half-fearful Joy of a resurrection. The past darkneaa, with the struggle towa.-n the light, had left Ineffaceable marks upon eac* souL ... "Can't we go beck to the Island?" the whispered at Itat. "Some day." He raised hi* bond jnd smiled. "WeTI retire there, now and then, and u<* It all again! But our flrat Jaunt la to Australia. I've been comoilaaloned to rebuild thy old bus There’* been an awful lot of Interviewing and publicity since I got back ren day* ago—" “Only ten day* I And you’va been to Darbury—" "That's not all." He looked at her with eye* which held something of their old Inscrutability. “Your relations showed unflattering surprise at what they termed my 'constancy' now we are rescued. Oh. lord r “They would I” she cried, with In-

“The fear that we meant brasenly to defy the Rngliah law possessed them. They besought me to marry you •property, to a church.’ Tour aunt particularly Insisted upon a Protestant church —not a registry office, or chapel." "Just tike Annt Mary!” She li ughed rather bitterly. “I couldn't 'eelmore married." she added, with ’be quick shy look he loved. His gray eyes darkened; with a little catch of the breath Ms arms tightened. There'* one thing, therefore, which bold bad baron* must have In their pockets when they chase their victim* to Darbnry, to prove their good Intent." “What la that F "A special license. I know a parson near here. We haven't met for eight year*; but I wired this morning to tell him we should arrive at bla church to be married tomorrow—" “My dear whirlwind!" she gasped. He bent, with his old violent suddeone*a. and caught her up *<> close she could scarcely breathe. All the old passionate, dominating love, which had *o often swept her away, poured forth and aurrounded her; so that, panting and glorying, her Individuality, after all Its lonely travail, once more transfused, transformed Into bis own. “8o." he whispered, "we must have another wedding, my Beloved! Bnt It cannot he more beautiful—more real— than the other In the dawn—" “With a little sobbing, tremulous 'igh. she dung close. ... “If we hnd one every year. In every land and -very toncue." she murmured wblmslrcltv. —' -v would all seen, hmntl-

ftil to me." The landlady discreetly entered at tost to ley the supper. She met on a comprehensive glance nt the armchair, and her smiling face grew more radiant "We are to be married In the momlag." Alan remarked. Cornish people take life calmly. They do not loaa their heads or forget their duties In any crisis. "Yes. sir!" Mrs. Tregutheran agreed brightly. “Fni sure I du hope you wtll birth be happy. And—will you have egg* tu breakfast, sir—or bacon?" "Both—heaps I" They smiled at each other when abe left the room. "Somebody must feed u»." he observed. passing Ms fingers through bar curly hair. “Svery tittle note has It* nfeba.” / • eeeeee* Hugh sat long over a lonely breaktost, a few day* later. The -old people" were away. The I-ondoe paper, with Its list of marrtagea. lay upon the table before Mm; but he s*ared away absently, through the window, without turning the page. . . . Presently, with gun and dogs, he stepped out Into th* raw February air, turning aimlessly down a lane. . . . An hour later, followed closely by six pusxled brown eyes, he walked slowly up the pathway In the little wood where—aeona ago—he and Barbara had dlr-usaed thstr honeymoon. The gun ttill rested unosed within Ms arm, the cartridge* untouched within their bag. . . . Underfoot, the flr needles lay soft and damp with here and there fronds of sodden dead bracken drooping upon them. The till pines swayed a little whispering their everlasting, murmur-

splashes from their wet leevea. tike tears, upon th* dreariness below. All the world appeared gloomy, deed, sorrow'ul. It Beamed Impossible that, soon, the sap would run In the tell tree*, th* young green shoot forth upon th-* hedges, ^rlng—with lu freak myriad life—awake with th* "ringleg of birds." . . . The unloaded gun dropped unheeded to the ground. . . . The six brown eyes questioned on* another wondering! y : then looked back at the tweeddad fig ere lying face downwrrd. with bead berird in Me arms. . . . At last Shag, Hugh's favorite terner, ever the most tender-hearted of friends, approached cautiously; sniffed; then gently licked what was visible of a much-loved cheek. (THE END.)

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