aham," she said, "I, Jean Lindsay, do take you as my
husband, and, God helping me, I will love you and obey you and be
faithful to you till death."

The sun was just setting, and the whole of the Western sky was ablaze
with glory. The hills, heather-covered, were enveloped in a purple
haze. The evening was windless; not a sound was heard; not a bird
chirped; and no one was near. He kissed the girl fondly.

"There, Jean," he said, "I kiss you as my wife."

The girl sobbed for joy.

"I never knew what happiness meant before," she said; "but, but----"

"What?" he asked eagerly.

"Must there not be a word of prayer?" she said, and her voice shook
with emotion.

The two knelt down by the roadside, and in the silence of the evening
they asked fervently for God's blessing on their union.

When night came, they found themselves in the inn across the border
where Douglas had parted from his companions, and then he remembered
the letter which the servant had given him at "Highlands" just before
he parted from the family. He had read only a few lines when he
started and changed colour.

"What is it, Douglas?" asked the girl.

"It is all right," he said, but his voice was hoarse and troubled.

The following morning Douglas Graham parted from his newly-made wife at
a railway station some distance from the inn.

"You are sure you must go?" she asked, and her voice was trembling.

"I simply must, Jean!" he replied. "But do not be afraid. I will be
back in a few days. You can tell your father everything. In a month
from now you shall be publicly proclaimed as my wife."

"I don't like letting you go!" sobbed the girl.

"I would give anything if I could stay, but I simply dare not--my whole
future depends upon my going!"

The train swept into the station.

"Good-bye, Douglas, my husband!" she said. "You'll soon be back?"

"Good-bye, Jean, my wife! May God bless you! Yes, I'll soon be back."

CHAPTER I

A LEGACY OF HATE

Their meeting-place was on the Altarnun Moors, eight miles from the
town of Bodmin, perhaps as many from the rugged peaks--the highest
peaks in Cornwall--Router and Brown Willy. Almost as far as the eye
could reach was bare moorland. A white streak, the road which ran
between Altarnun and Bodmin, was the most striking thing seen. On
either side of the road were only bare, uncultivated, uninteresting
moors; and yet, perhaps, I do the district injustice. Here and there
was a r