er
night, and in the morning after he was gone Penloe would come down and
take her and her valise up with him.

Her father not being sure about the mental telegraphy carried on
between Stella and Penloe, wanted to make sure Penloe was there and all
right before he left his daughter.

It was Penloe's wish for no person to come near his cabin except Stella.

When Stella returned to her father, after having gone up to Penloe's
cabin to see if he was all right, she told her father Penloe was well,
and he could see by his daughter's face that everything was all right.

On the next morning Mr. Wheelwright wished his daughter good-bye,
leaving her where they had camped over night.

A few minutes afterwards Penloe appeared, and taking Stella's valise
they both walked up to the cabin. Stella was perfectly charmed with the
beautiful spot where the cabin was located. Some large pines were in
front of the cabin and some very handsome redwoods a few rods in the
rear. A sparkling, rippling brook flowed near the cabin, singing merrily
as it went along.

They lived on two meals a day and found that was all the nourishment
they needed, as they were doing no manual labor, and there was no great
strain on their nervous system.

They spent their time in the following manner: Part of the day was
devoted to prayer, meditation and concentration, and part of the time in
the practise of mental telegraphy; and the balance of the time in doing
what little work there was to do and in walks and talks.

Stella did enjoy the life so very much, and she was rapidly advancing
physically, intellectually and spiritually. As for lonesomeness, she and
Penloe did not know what that was, their minds being too active to be
lonesome. They seemed to be new to each other every morning and fresh
every evening, their life being a perfect joy and delight in its highest
sense; for they realized each day more and more of their Divine natures.
Each day they came in touch with the Infinite, and when they came down
from the mountain their faces shone as Moses' did of old; for they had
walked and talked with God.

CHAPTER XXI.

A WEDDING IN ORANGEVILLE.

After Mrs. Marston had been in San Francisco about a month, she received
a cablegram from Paris stating that her son had been shot by a jealous
Frenchman and died two hours afterwards. When she had recovered from her
first grief she thought it best to stay in San Francisco two weeks
longer and then r