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Rh noon the next day, took a cold bath, ate her breakfast, dressed carefully, and leaving word that she had gone to the forest, she walked slowly across the leaves. It was cool and quiet there, so she sat where she could see him. coming, and waited. She was thinking hard and fast. Henderson came swiftly down the path. A long sleep, food, and Edith's message had done him good. He had dressed in new light flannels that were becoming. Edith arose and went to meet him. "Let us walk in the forest," she said. They passed the old Catholic graveyard, and went back into the deepest wood of the Island. Back where all shadows were green, all voices of humanity ceased, and there was no sound save the whispering of the trees, a few bird notes and squirrel rustle. There Edith seated herself on a mossy old log, and Henderson studied her. He could detect a change. She was still pale and her eyes tired, but the dull, strained look was gone. He wanted to hope, but he did not dare. Any other man would have forced her to speak. The mighty tenderness in Henderson's heart shielded her in every way. "What have you thought of that you wanted yet, Edith?" he asked lightly as he stretched himself at her feet. "You!" Henderson lay tense and very still. "Well, I am here!" "Thank Heaven for that!" Henderson sat up suddenly, leaning toward her with