dly about leaving the north, and he realised that she meant what
she said.

There was a large bag of mail waiting for them, at the trading-post,
and among the letters Glen found several from a number of her girl
friends of the Seminary. As she read these on her way back upstream,
she became more discontented than ever. They all told of the good
times the girls were having in their various homes during their
holidays, of parties, auto rides, and the numerous incidents which mean
so much to the young. Glen laid each letter aside with a sigh. It was
the life for which she longed, and what could she write in return?
There was only one event which deeply interested her, and of that she
could not speak.

She was tired when she reached home, and after supper went at once to
her own room. She took with her a number of books, magazines, and
newspapers, and although the latter were several weeks old, she eagerly
read the doings of the outside world, especially items of news about
persons she knew. She was lying upon a comfortable couch as she read,
near the window fronting the lake. The light from the shaded lamp on
the little table at her head threw its soft beams upon the printed
page, and brought into clear relief the outlines of her somewhat tired
face. It was a face suddenly developed from girlhood into womanhood,
as the bud blossoms into the beautiful flower. Glen's heart cried out
for companionship, and the bright sunshine of happy young lives
surrounding her.

Throughout the day her thoughts had been much upon him who had recently
come into her life. The sight of him standing upon the shore that
morning had thrilled her, and she longed to give him a word of
encouragement. So lying there this evening, with her paper at length
thrown aside, she wondered what he was doing, and how he was enduring
his captivity. Surely her father would not submit him to the Ordeal
after what she had told him about her love. She tried to think of
something that she could do, but the more she thought the more helpless
she seemed to be.

At last she arose and went downstairs. She heard voices in her
father's room, but who was with him she could not tell, as the door was
almost closed. Going at once to the piano, she struck the few notes
which brought Reynolds to her side. His unexpected presence startled
her, and by the time she was on her feet, he had her hand in his and
his strong arms around her. Not a word was said for