ver, looking out over the moonlit scene. Nor did she
now, as when she had watched the sunset, crave human companionship. In
spirit, she was far from all earthly needs or cares,--where no troubled
thoughts could disturb her serene peace and her dearest dreams were
real.

The missing letter was forgotten.

CHAPTER IV.

THE WILL OF THE RIVER.

Had Auntie Sue remained a few minutes longer on the porch, that evening,
she might have seen an object drifting down the river, in the gentle
current of The Bend.

Swinging easily around the curve above the clubhouse, it would not have
been visible at first, because of the deep shadows of the reflected
trees and mountains. But, presently, as it drifted on into the broader
waters of The Bend, it emerged from the shadows into the open moonlit
space, and then, to any one watching from the porch, the dark object,
drawing nearer and nearer in the bright moonlight, would have soon
shaped itself into a boat--an empty boat, the watcher would have said,
that had broken from its moorings somewhere up the river;--and the
watcher would have heard, through the still, night air, the dull, heavy
roar of the mad waters at Elbow Rock.

Drifting thus, helpless in the grip of the main current, the little
craft apparently was doomed to certain destruction. Gently, it would
float on the easy surface of the quiet, moonlit Bend. In front of the
house, it would move faster and faster. Where the river narrows, it
would be caught as if by mighty hands hidden beneath the rushing flood,
and dragged onward still faster and faster. About it, the racing waters
would leap and boil in their furious, headlong career, shaking and
tossing the helpless victim of their might with a vicious strength from
which there would be no escape, until, in the climax of the river's
madness, the object of its angry sport would be dashed against the
cliff, and torn, and crushed, and hammered by the terrific weight of the
rushing flood against that rocky anvil, into a battered and shapeless
wreck.

The drifting boat drew nearer and nearer. It reached the point where the
curve of the opposite bank draws in to form the narrow raceway of the
rapids. It began to feel the stronger pull of those hidden hands
that had carried it so easily down The Bend. And then--and then--the
unguided, helpless craft responded to the gentle pressure of some swirl
or crosscurrent in the main flow of the stream, and swung a little
to one side.