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With the shoes and the dress were the intimate necessities which Marette had taken with her But it was one of the pued breast--one of the two she had worn that first wonderful day she had coinning of another change in Kent It seee had come to him from Marette herself, that the spirit of her had returned to his in his soul and warone forever, and yet she had corew upon hi as he lived He felt her nearness Unconsciously he reached out his arrief and loneliness His eyes shone with a ne as they looked at her little belongings on the sunlit rock It was as if they were flesh and blood of her, a part of her heart and soul They were the voice of her faith in him, her promise that she would be with him always For the first time in many days Kent felt a new force within hione, that he had soht he made his bed for a last tiathered within the protecting circle of his arms as he slept

The next day he struck out north and east On the fifth day after he left the country of Andre Boileau he traded his watch to a half-breed for a cheap gun, a outfit After that he had no hesitation in burying himself still deeper into the forests

A nized Kent as the one-ti-haired, he wandered with no other purpose than to be alone and to get still farther away from the river Occasionally he talked with an Indian or a half-breed Each night, though the weather was very warm, he made himself a small caht about him, that he felt Marette was very near It was then that he took out one by one the precious things that were in Marette's little pack He worshipped these things The dress and each of the little shoes he had wrapped in the velvety inner bark of the birch tree He protected theency called for it, he would have fought for them They became, after a tiue sort of way at first he began to thank God that the river had not robbed hi