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Whereupon for the second tie in her tent She could not burn it up just then She had other emotions besides scorn and hate And irl checked her resenthtfully It appeared to be an unfortunate thought Jean Isbel certainly rese to the fa the package or without burning it And to her annoyance, whatever way she lay she appeared to touch this strange package There was not much room in the little tent First she put it at her head beside her rifle, but when she turned over her cheek ca She ain, only to touch it presently with her hand Next she flung it to the bottom of her bed, where it fell upon her feet, and whatever way she moved them she could not escape the pressure of this undesirable and ift

By and by she fell asleep, only to drea about her, feeling for hers, and holding it with soft, strong clasp When she awoke she had the strangest sensation in her right pal, hot, and the feel of it on her cheek was strangely thrilling and coht was dark and still Only a low moan of wind in the pines and the faint tinkle of a sheep bell broke the serenity She felt very s there in the deep forest, and, try how she would, it was iht of day Resenter--these seeed her, they had at least brought up softer and kinderhurt and saddened her so ay, happy days of her childhood, her sweet ht returned to Isbel and his gift It had been years since anyone had ift What could this one be? It did notit to her and that she could be perturbed by its presence "He ht well of me," she said, in finality