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 "I don't know," she answered,—"Let's see."

"I met a Father Buntin, in Charleston," Bennet offered, whooffered, "who [sic] said he lived somewhere above Orangeburg. I don't sup—"

"Oh, yes. Father Buntin—Father Buntin. I know whom you mean.—I know him. He's down beyond Carter's, on the way into Orangeburg.—We can go there."

"There's where we'll go. I take you away from here as my wife.—The wife of my heart." He took her gently in his arms.

"Anywhere—Truman, with you."

"You'll never regret," he answered feelingly. "Hurry now," he urged as he freed her. "Hurry, we've no time to lose. I wish I had an automobile."

"Horses are better, Truman, in this country. The roads, you know are wretched, particularly after a rainstorm. I'll meet you at the edge of the clearing."

"Minutes become hours, dear, with you away," he said as he kissed her tenderly.

When she had departed Bennet climbed to the cave and quickly gathered what few things he had kept there and descended. Lida fairly flew to the house and bade Chloe have two horses brought to the front. While the maid was gone she hastily gathered what few treasures of her room she felt she could not leave, then descended. She started toward her father's room but as she approached she heard him singing incoherently and alternately cursing. She knew his mind was gone. Reverently she bowed at the door for an instant, uttered a prayer and was gone. As she