ily to haunt his waking hours; a vision and a memory
of a trim little figure in a blue serge gown, of eyes brown, now sunny
with laughing light, now soft with unshed tears, of hair that got itself
into a most bewildering perplexity of waves and curls, of lips curving
deliciously, of a voice with a wonderfully soft Highland accent; the
vision and memory of Moira, Cameron's sister, as she had appeared to him
in the Glen Cuagh Oir at her father's door. Had Cameron known of this
tormenting vision and this haunting memory he might have questioned
the perfect sincerity of his friend's counsel. But Dr. Martin kept his
secret well and none shared with him his visions and his dreams.

So there had been only the Superintendent to oppose.

Hence, because no really valid objection could be offered, the marriage
was made. And with much shrieking of engines--it seemed as if all the
engines with their crews within a hundred miles had gathered to the
celebration--with loud thunder of exploding torpedoes, with tumultuous
cheering of the construction gangs hauled thither on gravel trains,
with congratulations of railroad officials and of the doctor, with the
tearful smiles of the little nurse, and with grudging but finally hearty
good wishes of the Superintendent, they had ridden off down the Kootenay
Trail for their honeymoon, on their way to the Big Horn Ranch some
hundreds of miles across the mountains.

There on the Big Horn Ranch through the long summer days together they
rode the ranges after the cattle, cooking their food in the open and
camping under the stars where night found them, care-free and deeply
happy, drinking long full draughts of that mingled wine of life into
which health and youth and love and God's sweet sun and air poured their
rare vintage. The world was far away and quite forgotten.

Summer deepened into autumn, the fall round-up was approaching, and
there came a September day of such limpid light and such nippy sprightly
air as to suggest to Mandy nothing less than a holiday.

"Let's strike!" she cried to her husband, as she looked out toward
the rolling hills and the overtopping peaks shining clear in the early
morning light. "Let's strike and go a-fishing."

Her husband let his eyes wander over the full curves of her strong and
supple body and rest upon the face, brown and wholesome, lit with her
deep blue eyes and crowned with the red-gold masses of her hair, and
exclaimed:

"You need a holiday, Mandy