But that he was on the right trail he presently had proof, for on
the bank of a lovely and hidden dell he picked up a tiny embroidered
handkerchief with the initials "E. C." worked in one corner.

It had evidently been lying there only a very short time, for it
was perfectly clean and fresh, and he picked it up and held it for
a moment in his hands, smiling to himself with pleasure at its
daintiness and smallness, and yet still uneasily wondering why she
had come here, and why she had fled away again so quickly.

The morning was very fine and calm, though in the west heavy clouds
were gathering and seemed to promise rain soon. But overhead the
sun shone brightly, the air was calm and warm, and the little dell
on whose verge he stood a very pretty and pleasant place.

A small stream wandered through it, the grass that carpeted it was
green and soft, near by a great oak stood alone and spread its
majestic branches far out on every side to give cool shelter from
the summer heat.

The thought occurred to Dunn that this was just such a pretty and
secluded spot as two lovers might choose to exchange their vows in,
and the thought stung him intolerably as he wondered whether it was
for such a reason that Ella had come here.

But if so, why had she fled away again in such strange haste?

He walked on slowly for a yard or two, not now attempting to follow
Ella's trail, for he had the impression that this was her
destination, and that she had gone no further than here.