cross the breakers to meet the dawn.

Spires of splendid colour flamed to the zenith, the whole east burned
with crimson and glowed with gold, and from that far, mystical arc of
heaven and earth, a javelin of molten light leaped to the farthest hill.
The pearl and opal changed to softest green, mellowed by turquoise and
gold, the slow blue surges chimed softly on the singing shore, and
Barbara's heart beat high with rapture, for it was daybreak in earth and
heaven and morning in her soul.

She sat there for over an hour, asking for nothing but the sky and sea,
and the warm, sweet sun that made the air as clear as crystal and
touched the Autumn hills with living flame. She drew long breaths of the
wind that swept, like shafts of sunrise, half-way across the world.

[Sidenote: The Boy in the Tower]

At last she turned to the package that lay beside her, and untied the
string, idly wondering what book Roger had sent. How strange that the
Boy in the Tower should be Roger, and yet, was it so strange, after all,
when she had known him all her life?

Before looking at the book, she tore open the letter and read it--with
wide, wondering eyes and wild-beating heart.

[Sidenote: Roger's Letter]

"Barbara, my darling," it began. "I found this
book to-night and so I send it to you, for it is
yours as much as mine.

"I think my father's wish has been granted and his
love has been bequeathed to me. I have known for a
long time how much I care for you, and I have
often tried to tell you, but fear has kept me
silent.

"It has been so sweet to live near you, to read to
you when you were sewing or while you were ill,
and sweeter than all else besides to help you
walk, and to feel that you leaned on me, depending
on me for strength and guidance.

"Sometimes I have thought you cared, too, and
then I was not sure, so I have kept the words
back, fearing to lose what I have. But to-night,
after having read his letters, I feel that I must
throw the dice for eternal winning or eternal
loss. You can never know, if I should spend the
rest of my life in telling you, just how much you
have meant to me in a thousand different ways.

"Looking back, I see that you have given me my
ideals, since the time we mad