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Not ain the afternoon shadoere slanting low, Helen rode out upon the proed far above Paradise Park

Roy was singing as he drove the pack-burros down the slope; Bo and Las Vegas were trying to ride the trail two abreast, so they could hold hands; Dale had disazed down the shaggy black slopes to the beautiful wild park with its grayribbons of brooks

It was July, and there were no golden-red glorious flaered in Helen's reen pines and white streaks of aspens and lacy waterfall of foareeted her gaze with all the old enchantment Wildness, beauty, and loneliness were there, the sahts

Helen would fain have lingered longer, but the others called, and Ranger irass and water far below And she knew that when she cliain to the wide outlook she would be another woman

"Nell, come on," said Dale, as he led on "It's better to look up"

The sun had just sunk behind the ragged fringe ofand efficient men of the open had pitched camp and had prepared a bountiful supper Then Roy Beeiven hied his dark face

"Come, Helen an' Dale," he said

They arose to stand before hireat, stately pines, with the fragrant blue sh the branches, while the waterfall murmured its low, soft, dreamy music, and from the dark slope caer for life and a mate

"Let us pray," said Roy, as he closed the Bible, and knelt with them

"There is only one God, an' Him I beseech in my humble office for the woman an' man I have just wedded in holy bonds Bless theh all the co man of the woods an' make them like him, with love an' understandin' of the source frohters of this woman an' send with them more of her love an' soul, which must be the softenin' an' the salvation of the hard West O Lord, blaze the dih the unknown forest of life! O Lord, lead the way across the naked range of the future no mortal knows! We ask in Thy name! Amen"