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Kathlyn flung herself into her father's ar ti's kennel, curse or no curse Kiss o!"

"Curse? What do you o, child!"

"Come, Miss Kathlyn," Bruce called anxiously

Kathlyn then climbed up to the , and Bruce lifted her into his

howdah, bidding her to lie lo strong he was, she thought Ah,

so had whispered to her day by day that he would corow hot with sharass dress Till this ht There had been things so

much more vital But youth, and there is ever the way of a man with a

maid

Now, Kathlyn did not love this quiet, resourceful young man, at least

if she did she was not yet aware of it; but the touch of his hand and

the sound of his voice sent a shiver over her that was not due to the

chill of the night She heard hiive his orders, low voiced

"Do not lift your head above the howdah rile And don't worry about your father He's alive, and

that's enough for Ahe world it is, and how

fate shuffles us about! Forward!"

The curse: what did her father mean by that? It seeain

"Now you ot on? Good heavens,

grass! You poor girl!" He took off his coat and threw it across her

shoulders, and was startled by the contact of her warm flesh

"I can not thank you in words," she said faintly

"Don't Pshaw, it was nothing I would have gone----" He stopped