days was now himself married--to none
other than the youngest daughter of the kindly agent at Fayville.

And when this news was told, Donald cried, "Why, Smiles, for shame! I
actually believe that you are jealous," and she replied, "Of course I am
... horribly." Whereupon every one laughed at her, and her husband
punished her with a kiss.

It was ended at last, the lights, merry voices and laughter; and, as the
two ran the ancient gantlet, the orchestra, prompted thereto by Mr.
MacDonald, struck up a lively popular air, and the guests caught up the
words.

They paused a moment on the path below the veranda, to quiet their
hurried breathing, and look into each other's happy eyes.

"Where do we go from here?" _They_ knew. There had been but one spot in
all the world whose name both their hearts had spoken, when Donald first
mentioned the honeymoon to be.

* * * * *

Evening again--twilight on the Cumberland mountains. The moon had not
yet risen; but, through the black lacework of the forest trees which
stretched above Big Jerry's cabin to the mountain's summit, shone the
beaming radiance of the evening star.

Within the soft shadow of the doorway stood two figures, close
together--one tall, broad of shoulder and heavily built, the other of
medium height, slender and very graceful--and their arms were about each
other's waists. A man and a woman,--as it was in the beginning.

For a long time they stood thus, without speaking,--there was no need of
speech, for their thoughts were one.

"So old and well remembered; yet so new and strangely beautiful,"
whispered the woman, as she let her gaze travel over the broken,
far-stretching skyline of the forest-clad mountain side, now fading
into the sky, where a memory of the sunset's afterglow still lingered,
as though loath to depart and leave the world to darkness.

"Like love: as old as the hills, yet ever new," answered the other.

"Yes. I cannot yet understand, Don, how this new life can be so
strangely natural to me. We have been married only three all-too-short
days, yet I can scarcely think of the other life as real. Some people
speak of their honeymoon as a golden dream. To me it is the sweet
reality, and all that went before the dream. Isn't it odd?"

"All of nature's laws are inexplicable, dear heart. But we should not
forget that the Almighty's plan for the world did not deal with man and
woman as separate entities, but man a