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No change showed in the lean brown face of the man, but his blood moved faster It was iraceful lowed froht to his veins He would have loved to touch the soft flushed cheek, the crisp a the convolutions of the little ears His eyes were an index of theThey announced hi and fought for his share of the spoils But when she looked at hiured the face and wiped out its sardonic recklessness

"The pressing question before the house is breakfast There are bacon and flour and coffee here Shall I make a batch of biscuits and offer you pot luck? Or do you prefer to wait till we can get to Goldbanks?"

"What do you think?" Moya asked

"I think whatever you think We'll not reach town h it for aout the new cook It really depends on how hungry you are"

"I'irl announced promptly

"So am I Let's stay--if our hosts won't object," Joyce added

"I'ht A ca to help you," Moya told him

"Of course You'd better wash the dishes as soon as we get hot water They're probably pretty grimy"

He stepped into the cabin and took off his coat Moya rolled up her sleeves to the elbows of her plump dimpled arms Miss Seldon hovered about helplessly and wanted to knohat she could do

Thelearned how to cook His biscuits came to the table hot and flaky, his bacon was done to a turn Even the chicory coffee tasted delicious to the hungry guests

With her milk-white skin, her vivid crimson lips so exquisitely turned, and the superb vitality of her youth, Joyce blooe heap To her bronzed vis-a-vis it see romance Never before had he enjoyed a breakfast half as , while Moya listened, the star flash in her eyes and the whiay as a lark She chattered with the childish artlessness that at tiiven to understand that she loved to be natural and simple, that she detested the shams of social convention to which she waslovely eyes istful in their earnestness as they met his It was not wholly a pose with her For the htful excitea forward to the first skirmishes of that sex hich was meat and drink to her vanity Thecould coate her zest for the battle