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rose and followed her husband As she passed she cast a swift glance at

her daughter, who had not joined theht hour Hers was

the look of the mother--maternal, solicitious, yet wise and resolved

withal; wo woman And noas the hour for her ewe laate sat in her own little rooh herat

the far forest and thedress of irl in fringed frock

and reat ports served the new

woman in the

habiliments of sophisticated lands who sat here now, her heavy hair,

piled high, lighted warmly in the illumination of theHer skin,

clear white, had lost its sunburn in the es of mountains Quiet, reticent, reserved--cold, soate, teacher at theworeat Willamette settlements Her

hands were in her lap now, and her face as usual was grave A sad young

woon lovers all said of her They did not knohy she

should be sad, so fit for love was she

She heard now a knock at the front door, to which, from her position,

she could not have seen anyone approach She called out, "Come!" but did

not turn her head