dly she wished it dead. Very well, then, he would help her to
bury it, now and forever. Not through any neglect on his part should
that past ever again rise up to haunt her in the hour of success. She
had discovered her ideal, she had attained to the height of her
ambition. She should be left to enjoy the victory undisturbed. Within
the hotel rotunda, under the multicolored lights, he halted Craig,
hurrying forward to a conference with the steward.

"I am awfully sorry, old man," he explained apologetically, "but the
fact is, I do not feel well enough to remain down here to the spread.
Nothing serious, you know--indigestion or something like that. I 'll
run up to my room and lie down for a while; if I feel better I may
wander in later."

Craig looked concerned.

"Thought you were mighty white about the gills all the evening,
Ned--the lobster salad, likely. I hate letting you go, awfully; upon
my word, I do. I wanted Lizzie to meet you; she 's always heard me
singing your praises, and your not being there will prove quite a
disappointment to her. But Lord! if you 're sick, why, of course,
there's no help for it. Come down later, if you can, and I 'll run up
there as soon as I can break away from the bunch. Sure you don't need
the house physician?"

"Perfectly sure; all I require is rest and a bit of sleep. Been
working too hard, and am dead tired."

He sank down within the great arm-chair in the silence of his own room,
not even taking trouble to turn on the lights; mechanically lit a
cigar, and sat staring out of the window. Before him the black,
threatening cloud-shadows hung over the dark water of the lake; far
below resounded the ceaseless clatter of hoofs along the fashionable
avenue. He neither saw nor heard. Over and over again he reviewed the
past, bringing back to memory each word and glance which had ever,
passed between them. He was again with the "Heart of the World"
strollers, he was struggling with Burke in the depths of the mine, he
was passing through that day and night of misfortune on the ridge
overlooking Echo Canyon, he was riding for life--her life--across the
trackless desert. It all came before him in unnatural vividness,
seemingly as though each separate scene had been painted across that
black sky without. Then he perceived the great playhouse he had just
left, the glorious glitter of lights, the reverberation of applause,
the cheering mob of men and women, and her--her b