ugh that seemed. There was a considerable semblance of a storm,
however, through which to drive the twelve miles to the waiting cabin on
the hilltop, and when the car stopped and the door was opened, a heavy
gust came swirling in. The absence of lights everywhere made the
darkness seem blacker, out here in the country, and the general effect
of outer desolation was as near this strange young man's desire as could
have been hoped.

"Good driving, Rogers. It was a quick trip, in spite of the heavy roads
at the last. Thank you--and good-night."

"Thank you, sir. Good-night, Mr. Kendrick--and Mrs. Kendrick, if I may."

"Good-night, Rogers," called the voice Rogers had learned greatly to
admire, and he saw her face smiling at him as the lights of the car
streamed out upon it.

Then the great car was gone, and Richard was throwing open the door of
the cabin, letting all the warmth and glow and fragrance of the snug
interior greet his bride, as he led her in and shut the door with a
resounding force against the winter night and storm.

It had been a dream of his that he should put her into one of the big,
cushioned, winged chairs, and take his own place on the hearth-rug at
her feet. Together they should sit and look into the fire, and be as
silent or as full of happy speech as might seem to befit the hour. Now,
when he had bereft her of her furry wraps and welcomed her as he saw
fit, he made his dream come true. He told her of it as he put her in her
chair, and saw her lean back against the comfortable cushioning with a
long breath of inevitable weariness after many hours of tension.

"And you wondered which it would be, speech or silence?" queried
Roberta, as he took that place he had meant to take, at her knee, and
looked up, smiling, into her down-bent face.

"I did wonder, but I don't wonder now. I know. There aren't any words,
are there?"

"No," she answered, looking now into the fire, yet seeing, as clearly as
before, his fine and ardent, yet reverent face, "I think there are no
words."

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