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Nevertheless, her strange co into his life had played havoc, the extent of which he had only begun to realize

For a olden, fulfilling season of the year; and everywhere in the vast dark green a glorious blaze of oak and aspen made beautiful contrast He carried his rifle, but he never used it He would clio this way and that with no object in view Yet his eye and ear had never been keener Hours he would spend on a proolden patches of aspen shone bright out of dark-green rove at the edge of a senaca, and there lie in that radiance like a veil of gold and purple and red, with the white tree-trunks striping the shade Always, whether there were breeze or not, the aspen-leaves quivered, ceaselessly, wonderfully, like his pulses, beyond his control Often he reclined against a mossy rock beside a mountain stream to listen, to watch, to feel all that was there, while his irl On the lonely heights, like an eagle, he sat gazing down into Paradise Park, that was ain be the same, never fill him with content, never be all and all to him

Late in October the first snow fell It melted at once on the south side of the park, but the north slopes and the rims and domes above stayed white

Dale had worked quick and hard at curing and storing his winter supply of food, and now he spent days chopping and splitting wood to burn during the ray, fast-scudding storm-clouds, and welcomed them when they came Once there lay ten feet of snow on the trails he would be snowed-in until spring It would be i winter he would be cured of this strange, naht storms up on the peaks Flurries of snow fell in the park every day, but the sunny south side, where Dale's camp lay, retained its autumnal color and warmth Not till late in winter did the snow creep over this secluded nook

The ht, when Dale saw that the heights were iret He had not guessed how he had wanted to see Helen Rayner again until it was too late That opened his eyes A raging frenzy of action followed, in which he only tired hi himself spiritually