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"And when I do that," cried Kent, alely, "I shall find this place you call the Valley of Silent Men, if it takesa joy for him to see the sudden flashes of pleasure that leaped into her eyes She attempted no concealment Whatever her emotions were they revealed themselves unaffectedly and with a simple freedom from embarrassment that swept him with an almost reverential worship And what he had just said pleased her Unreservedly her glowing eyes and her partly slad you feel that way, Jeems And I think you would find it--in ti at hi inside hi to see more clearly, made him feel more helplessly than ever her slave It was as if, in those ot that he was of flesh and blood, and was looking into his heart to see as there before she gave voice to things

And then she said, still twisting her braid between her sliers, "You would find it--perhaps--because you are one ould not give up easily Shall I tell you why I caan's? It was curiosity, at first--largely that Just why or hoas interested in the s I can not tell you And I can not tell you why I ca Nor can I say a word about Kedsty It may be, some day, that you will know And then you will not like me For nearly four years before I saw you that day I had been in a desolation It was a terrible place It ate liness, its loneliness, its eer and I would have died Then the thing happened that brought uess where it was?"

He shook his head, "No"

"To all the others it was a beautiful place, Montreal"

"You were at school there?" he guessed

"Yes, the Villa Maria I wasn't quite sixteen then They were kind I think they liked ht I prayed one prayer You knohat the Three Rivers are to us, to the people of the North The Athabasca is Grandhter, and over theoddess Niska, the Gray Goose And o back to them In Montreal there were people, people everywhere, thousands and tens of thousands of theet away For the Gray Goose blood is in me, Jeems I love the forests And Niska's God doesn't live in Montreal Her sun doesn't rise there Her moon isn't the same there The flowers are not hers The winds tell different stories The air is another air People, when they look at you, look in another way Away down the Three Rivers I had lovedhappened I ca I went to see you because--"