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Kent, unwrapping a last bit of tissue-paper, found in his hands a long tress of hair

"See, Jeeht"

She leaned a little toward hiain where the hair had been clipped the night of Kedsty's death

And then she said: "You may keep it always if you want to, Jeems, for I cut it from my head when I left you in the room below, and when you--alave hihtened a little as Kent unwrapped it, and another tress of hair shilow

"That was father Donald's," she whispered

"It--it was all he had left of Marie, his wife And that night--when Kedsty died--"

"I understand," cried Kent, stopping her "He choked Kedsty with it until he was dead And when I found it around Kedsty's neck--you--you let me think it was yours--to save father Donald!"

She nodded "Yes, Jeeuilty I planned to let them think so until father Donald was safe But all the time I had here in my breast this other tress, which would prove that I was innocent--when the tiain and reached out her hands "Oh, I feel so strong! And I want to take you out now--and show you ht Not toht Now"

A little later the Watcher looked down on them, even as it had looked down on another man and another wohter, and the white cap of snow that rested on the Watcher's head like a crown caught the faint gleaht; and after that, slowly and wonderfully, other snow-crestedradiance of the od a them all, and when they came to the elbow in the plain, Marette drew Kent down beside her on a great flat rock and laughed softly as she held his hand tightly in her lap

"Always, from a little child, I have sat and played on this rock, with the Watcher looking, like that," she said in a low voice "I have grown to love hi off there, night and day, into the east, watching for so to me Now I know It was you, Jee city--"