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 very tenderness are uplifting. Those same trees had bent their strengthening shade in those other days, when she was but a learner in the infant school of sorrow, and scarcely able to spell its simplest signs. She rambled through the laurel greenery, her soul full-charged with its own feelings, nor able to restrain their passionate flow. Pretty soon Robert joined her, saying:

"I have a surprise for you; my model is coming to-day."

"Why, who on earth?"

"Bless the dear old boy, it is Latham."

Striving to be strong, she said, softly: "I trust you are hopeful, now."

"Yes, I am greatly helped up. He will likely not be here until the night train. I am going for a short hunt," and shouldering his gun he walked towards the woodland.

When Cherokee had watched him out of sight she went into the house. So Marrion was coming into her life again—the wound must be cauterized before it had time to heal. She wearily dropped her head upon the broad window-sill.