ness of it, as well as the blazing sticks and glowing
embers, appealed strongly to Carley. A rough-hewn log formed the mantel,
and on it Carley's picture held the place of honor. Above this a rifle
lay across deer antlers. Carley paused here in her survey long enough to
kiss Glenn and point to her photograph.

"You couldn't have pleased me more."

To the left of the fireplace was a rude cupboard of shelves, packed with
boxes, cans, bags, and utensils. Below the cupboard, hung upon pegs,
were blackened pots and pans, a long-handled skillet, and a bucket.
Glenn's table was a masterpiece. There was no danger of knocking it
over. It consisted of four poles driven into the ground, upon which had
been nailed two wide slabs. This table showed considerable evidence of
having been scrubbed scrupulously clean. There were two low stools, made
out of boughs, and the seats had been covered with woolly sheep hide. In
the right-hand corner stood a neat pile of firewood, cut with an ax,
and beyond this hung saddle and saddle blanket, bridle and spurs. An old
sombrero was hooked upon the pommel of the saddle. Upon the wall, higher
up, hung a lantern, resting in a coil of rope that Carley took to be a
lasso. Under a shelf upon which lay a suitcase hung some rough wearing
apparel.

Carley noted that her picture and the suit case were absolutely the only
physical evidences of Glenn's connection with his Eastern life. That had
an unaccountable effect upon Carley. What had she expected? Then, after
another survey of the room, she began to pester Glenn with questions. He
had to show her the spring outside and the little bench with basin and
soap. Sight of his soiled towel made her throw up her hands. She sat on
the stools. She lay on the couch. She rummaged into the contents of the
cupboard. She threw wood on the fire. Then, finally, having exhausted
her search and inquiry, she flopped down on one of the stools to gaze at
Glenn in awe and admiration and incredulity.

"Glenn--you've actually lived here!" she ejaculated.

"Since last fall before the snow came," he said, smiling.

"Snow! Did it snow?" she inquired.

"Well, I guess. I was snowed in for a week."

"Why did you choose this lonely place--way off from the Lodge?" she
asked, slowly.

"I wanted to be by myself," he replied, briefly.

"You mean this is a sort of camp-out place?"

"Carley, I call it my home," he replied, and there was a low, strong
sweetness in his voice she