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certain cabin where a certain girl would be He told himself that he

was still loyal, that above all else he loved his people When he saw

these wo into life, whose

manners and clothes spoke of ease and wealth and refine his "rifle-gun" to her breast,

and he felt that the only thing he wanted utterly was to take her in

his arms

Yes, he would return to Sally, and to his people--some day

The some day he did not fix He told himself that the hills were only

thirty hours away, and therefore he could go any time--which is the

other name for no tihteen months, and, when that interval ended, he see his work properly He assured hied; his loyalty untainted; and the

fact that it was necessary to tell hi

weaned froed for home, he

did not return And then reason would rise up and confound him Could

he paint pictures in the mountains? If he did, ould he do with

them? If he went back to that hermit life, would he not vindicate his

uncle's prophecy that he had ed his proain to the new

fascination, could he bring Sally with him into this life--Sally, whoal didn't need no l'arnin'?" And the

answer to all these questions was only that there was no answer