excitement of the day and
evening. At times he felt that he must be dreaming, for it did not
seem possible that he had again met Glen, held her close, kissed her,
and she had not objected. His heart was filled with happiness, and
when at last he did fall asleep, his dreams were of her. But mingled
with his visions was Curly, who appeared dark and sinister, threatening
not only himself, but her who was so dear to him. He saw the villain
in the act of harming her, while he himself was powerless to assist
her. He was bound, and no matter how he struggled, he was unable to
free himself.

He awoke with a start, and looked around. It was only a dream, and he
gave a sigh of relief. He then remembered what Glen had said to him
the night before, and he smiled. He was not the least bit
superstitious, and had no belief in such notions. Let Curly or anyone
else attempt to lay hands on the girl he loved, and it would not be
well for him. He knew that the expelled rascal was capable of any
degree of villainy, but that he would venture again near Glen West was
most unlikely.

It was daylight now, so hurriedly dressing, Reynolds hastened
downstairs. Glen was waiting for him in the dining-room, and a bright
smile of welcome illumined her face as he entered. They were alone,
and Reynolds longed to enfold her in his arms, and tell her all that
was in his heart. He refrained, however, remembering how his
impetuosity had carried him too far the previous evening. But it was
different then, as he expected it would, be the last time he might see
her, and he needed the one sweet kiss of remembrance. Now she was with
him, and he felt sure of her love.

Weston and Nannie did not make their appearance, and as Glen sat at the
head of the table and poured the coffee, she explained that they
already had their breakfast.

"They are earlier than we are," Reynolds replied. "I had no idea it
was so late."

"Didn't you sleep well?" Glen asked.

"Never slept better, that is, after I got to sleep. The wonderful
events of last night kept me awake for a while."

Glen blushed and her eyes dropped. She did not tell how she, too, had
lain awake much longer than anyone else in the house, nor that her
pillow was moist with tears of happiness.

"I hope your dreams were pleasant," she at length remarked, "You know
the old saying."

Reynolds' mind seemed suddenly centred upon the piece of meat be was
cutting, and he did not at once rep