quickly brought back her gaze from the rosy-tinted silver light to the
cave and its surroundings. There was a camp fire lighted, and her
clothing was stretched on a line near it, and she herself was wrapped
warmly in a dry woollen cloak. In a very short time, she appeared at
the opening of the cave, fully dressed, as fresh and sweet as a rose
and radiantly happy.

"Good morning, my wonderful bride, my own sweet woman," he whispered
as he kissed her almost reverently. "Together we will enjoy this
glorious sunrise!"

"Isn't it wonderful?" she sighed, "not a sign of last night's terrible
storm: just see how beautiful the lake is; all emerald, sapphire and
gold! How the sun reflects its golden glory on the smooth water! How
wonderful, Jack dear, to watch the birth of a new day, coming forth
from the hands of its Maker. Oh, it is so good to be alive, my lover!"

And Jack again held her in his arms, pressed her to his heart and
almost smothered her with kisses. "And I want to say to you, dear,
that no fame, no glory, no wealth, nothing on earth can bring the
happiness, the real heart's content into one's life, that just one
hour's true, unselfish love can give. I know this after ten long years
of grief, suffering and despair, when all the time my heart cried out
for its own, for what was its birthright and its heritage! I want to
give you my whole heart, dear, a heart full of gladness and
rejoicing."

"My own sweet woman, it shall be my one and only thought to make your
life one beautiful day of gladness and joy! And now, dear, I am afraid
there is nothing to do but to walk back to the next camp which is