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Her world--and his Different from all the other worlds God had ever made; different, even, fro For here was no sound or whisper of destroying human life They were in the e the heart of it

The forests hung heavy and green and glistening with the wet of storlory of living; they hugged the shores like watchful hosts guarding the river froirl held out her ar cry that caotten everything but the river, the forests, and the untrod worlds beyond the, that her soul was crying out to, was his world, for ever and ever It held his dreams, his hopes, all the desires that he had in life And when at last Marette turned toward hi out to her, and in his face she saw that salad," she cried softly "Oh, Jeelad!"

She came into his arms without hesitation; her hands stroked his face; and then she stood with her head against his shoulder, looking ahead, breathing deeply now of the sweet, clear air filled with the elixir of the hovering forests She did not speak, or move, and Kent rereat moose splashed up out of the water, and they could hear hih the forest Her body tensed, but she did not speak After a little he heard her whisper, "It has been a long tioing home, little Gray Goose You will not be lonely?"

"No I was lonely down there There were so s, that I was homesick for the woods and mountains I believe I would have died soon There were only two things I loved, Jeems--"

"What?" he asked

"Pretty dresses--and shoes"

His arhtly "I--I understand," he laughed softly "That is why you cah-heeled pumps"

He bowed his head, and she turned her face to him On her upturned mouth he kissed her