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A rustling of leaves, a step thrilled Joan out of her meditation

Suddenly she was seized froht be a joyous and grateful lover, he certainly would

never be an actor For if he desired to live over again that fatal

and quarrel which had sent them out to the border, he failed

utterly in his part There was possession in the gentle grasp of his

ar of his lips

"Jihed Joan "If you had--do you

think I could ever have been furious?"

Jihed happily "Joan, that's exactly the way I stole

upon you and mauled you!"

"You think so! Well, I happen to remember Now you sit here and make

believe you are Joan And let me be Jim Cleve!I'll show you!"

Joan stole away in the darkness, and noiselessly as a shadow she

stole back--to enact that violent scene as it lived in her memory

Jim was breathless, speechless, choked

"That's how you treated me," she said

"I--I don't believe I could have--been such a--a bear!" panted Jith"

"Then all I say is--you did right to drive me offOnly you

should never have trailed me out to the border"

"Ah!But, Jim, in my fury I discovered my love!"