his thousands, was hopeless. She should be up to the lake where the
cool, fresh breezes could fan the roses back into her cheeks, but how
could he manage it?

"I know, I shall have the Sheldons go up to their camp at Glenbrook,
and invite us up for the week."....

The very next morning a very sweet feminine voice called Helen over
the 'phone. "Good morning, Helen dear, aren't you nearly cooked? Yes,
I know it's a hundred and ten in the shade. I say, dear, Mr. Sheldon
and I have a cozy nook up at Glenbrook, on Lake Tahoe. Won't you come
up and spend the week with us there?.... Oh, yes, we will call for you
at 8 A.M. tomorrow .... Oh, no, don't thank us, you will be so
welcome.... All right, good-bye."

When Helen tripped lightly down to the big touring car the next
morning, she showed no surprise when Jack jumped from the back seat
and assisted her to a place by his side. It was a gay party that
landed at the camp a few hours later. Did these two people know that
they had grown to love each other? There had been no word of love
spoken between them but that night they went for a row on the lake of
many colors, just as the sun dropped over the hills and the moon shone
out in all its glory. Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon stood on the shore and
watched them with a knowing smile. Jack was the salt of the earth, and
he meant so well.... He did not mean to speak to Helen until she was
free, but alas! for the infinite cry of infinite hearts that yearn.
For weeks and weeks, when the days were the darkest, it had been Jack
who happened along just at the right moment with a book or some
flowers, accompanied by a funny story or a joke, some little kindness
that would brighten the path a bit. What a mixture he was, of