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Meanti rocks, and pushing his way between tangled vines and close-grown laurel, up and up through the college woods, and across country in the direction of the quarry, a still, wonderful place like a cathedral, with a deep, dark pool at the botto pines, hemlocks, and oaks for vaulted roof with the fresco of sky and flying cloud between It was a wonderful place Once when they had cli ti the shadows on the deep pool below, looking up to the arching green, and listening to the praisings of a song sparrow up above in some hidden choir, Jane had said that this was a place to come and worship--or to coht meet God! He had looked down at her sweet face upturned searching for the little thrilling singer, and had thought hoeet and wonderful she was, and hoanted to tell her so, and would soht --but now it caone here with her trouble

He need not have worried about the quarry and the deep, dark pool He kept telling himself all the way up that he need not, but when he reached the top and caht of her he knew it Knew also that he had been sure of it all along

She was sitting on a great fallen log, quietly, calnarled branch that rose in a convenient way, and her head was thrown back and up as if she were seeing wonderful visions soreen, and the blue and white above It was as if she had reached a higher plane where earthly annoyances do not coood to be there There was al, sweet, wistful s down at the deep, treacherous pool at all She had been looking up and her strength had coher in a kind of awe Her face al with God He re with God He hesitated almost to intrude upon a solitude so fine and wonderful Then in relief and eagerness he spoke her name: "Jane!"