rn apples grew and the waters fell over the smooth, white
rocks.

"Take me back there," she said, "and let me lie on the grass again. It
is so long since I was there, and I've suffered so much since then.
Wilford meant to be kind, but he did not try to understand or know how I
loved the country with its birds and flowers and springing grass by the
well, where the shadows come and go. I used to wonder where they were
going, and one day when I watched them I was waiting for Wilford, and
wishing he would come. Would it have been better if he had never come?"

Wilford's body shook with strong emotion as he bent forward to hear
Katy's answer to her question.

"Were there no Genevra," she said, "no verse 'what God hath joined
together let no man put asunder,' I should not think so; but there is
such a verse, and now I don't know what I think, only I must go. Come,
Morris, we will go together, you and I."

She turned partly toward Morris, who made her no reply. He could not,
with those fiery eyes fixed upon him, and he sat erect in his chair,
while Katy talked of Silverton, and the days gone by until her voice
grew very faint, ceasing at last as she fell into a second sleep,
heavier, more death-like, than the first. Something in her face alarmed
Morris, and in spite of the eyes watching him he bent every energy to
retain the feeble pulse, and the breath which grew shorter with each
respiration.

"Do you think her dying?" Wilford asked, and Morris replied: "Not yet;
but the look about the mouth and nose is like the look which so often
precedes death."

And that was all they said until another hour went by, when Morris' hand
was laid upon the forehead and moved up under the golden hair where
there were drops of perspiration.

"She is saved, thank God, Mr. Cameron, Katy is saved," was his joyful
exclamation, and burying his head in his hands, he wept for a moment
like a child, for Katy was restored again.

On Wilford's face there was no trace of tears. On the contrary, he
seemed hardening into stone, and in his heart fierce passions were
contending for the mastery, and urging him on to an act from which, in
his right mind, he would have shrunk. Rising slowly at last, he came
around to Morris' side, and grasping his shoulder, said:

"Morris Grant, you love Katy Cameron."

Like the peal of a bell on the frosty air the words rang through the
room, starting Morris from his bowed attitude, and for an instant
curdling his