ined to prove your soul and find out your worth.
The final test was made that night you faced me in my study at Glen
West. Had you faltered then or shown the white streak, you would have
been dumped beyond the pass."

The speaker paused and gazed thoughtfully into the fire. There was an
expression of sadness in his eyes, and his face was somewhat strained
and drawn. Both Glen and Reynolds noted this as they watched him in
silence. At length he turned sharply to Reynolds, and spoke in a rapid
and agitated manner.

"Young man," he began, "you have found me. I had given up all hope of
anyone doing so. I was not easily found, as I wrote in that note I
left behind. You have found more than my mere body--you have found my
soul, my real self, and that was what I meant. And you have found
something else, which is more important in your eyes--you have found
your reward--the treasure of all treasures to me. Take her; she is
yours, and may God bless you both."

Outside, the wind howled through the trees and over the lake. It beat
upon the cabin and drove the rain lashingly against the small
window-panes. But within the cabin all was peace and happiness. The
flames from the burning sticks illumined the faces of the men and the
girl as they sat and talked far on into the night. Many were the
questions asked and answers given. They opened their hearts to one
another, and as they talked and planned, all the disagreeable events of
the past were forgotten, and the future looked rosy and bright. It was
especially so to the young lovers as they sat close to each other, hand
in hand, heart responding to heart, each thrilled with a love, deep,
pure and tender--a love which transformed the commonplace into a realm
of enchantment, beauty, and peace.

CHAPTER XXXI

OUTWARD BOUND

It was Saturday night and Andrew Harmon, editor of the _Telegram_ and
_Evening News_, was sitting in an easy chair in his bachelor quarters.
It was a cozy room, and the pictures on the walls and the well-filled
book-shelves revealed the artistic and literary taste of the owner.
The large shaded electric lamp on the table cast its soft light upon
Harmon's face as he sat there with his right hand supporting his firm,
clean-shaven chin. It had been a trying week, and he was very weary.
He was thankful that it was Saturday night, as he would be able to rest
the next day, and think over a special editorial he was planning to
write.

Harmon w