into her eyes.

"Glen, Glen!" he passionately cried, using her Christian name for the
first time, "is it possible that you love me? I wanted to tell you of
my love but I was afraid."

"Why, you did tell me," Glen whispered, making no effort to free her
hands.

"I did! When?"

"Don't you remember that night at Glen West when we first sang
together?"

"But I didn't say a word to you about my love."

"No, but you showed it in your face and manner. You know what you did."

"I kissed you; that was it."

Releasing her hands, he drew the girl close to him, and imprinted a
fervent kiss upon her burning lips.

"Glen, Glen!" he murmured. "You are mine at last. I know you love me,
and are now my very own. Tell me that you love me."

In reply, Glen threw her arms around his neck, while tears of joy stole
down her cheeks.

"I love you. I love you," she whispered. "Oh, I am so happy! You
will never leave me, will you?"

For some time they stood there, lost to the world around them. It was
the old true story being repeated by that wilderness lake. It was love
made perfect by the union of two young hearts, the flowing together of
two souls, the sudden bursting into bloom of the seed of affection,
which had been steadily developing for weeks past.

And as they stood there, whispering of things revealed only to true
ardent lovers, and their faces aglow with the light of a great and a
new-found joy, the atmosphere suddenly changed. Great clouds had
massed on the mountains, and the wind was whipping down the valley,
ruffling the surface of the lake. The air grew cold, and Glen
shivered. Then it was that they first realised the change that had
taken place, and they both laughed. But Glen's face grew instantly
sober.

"What will daddy say?" she breathed. "We must tell him as soon as he
comes home."

"How does he generally punish a thief?" Reynolds smilingly asked as
they walked slowly back to the cabin. "I have stolen the greatest
treasure he possesses, the heart of his only child."

"That remains to be seen," was the laughing reply. "He may punish you,
though, by inflicting upon you for life that which you have stolen.
Won't that be punishment enough?"

CHAPTER XXX

THE UNMASKING

Frontier Samson was sitting before an open fire as Glen and Reynolds
entered. The flames were licking around the big sticks, lighting up
the room, and playing fantastic tricks upon the walls and ceiling.
They fe