you didn't know about the big breaking-up,
and she cried to us that the wind was off shore
and the rift widening. She cried over and
over again that you could come in by the old
French creek if you only knew --"

"I came in that way."

"But how did you come to do that? It's
out of the path. We thought perhaps --"

But Hagadorn broke in with his story and
told him all as it had come to pass.

That day they watched beside the maiden,
who lay with tapers at her head and at her
feet, and in the little church the bride who
might have been at her wedding said prayers
for her friend. They buried Marie Beaujeu
in her bridesmaid white, and Hagadorn was
before the altar with her, as he had intended
from the first! Then at midnight the lovers
who were to wed whispered their vows in the
gloom of the cold church, and walked together
through the snow to lay their bridal wreaths
upon a grave.

Three nights later, Hagadorn skated back
again to his home. They wanted him to go
by sunlight, but he had his way, and went