these things she fell asleep, and it seemed at once that
she was well again, and that she was dressing for a walk. Clement had
called for her to climb the mountains with him, and she was making
preparation to go, working swiftly and unhesitatingly--and it seemed
deliciously sweet to be swift and active once more. She had put on a
short walking-skirt and leggins and was nearly ready. She stood before
the glass to put on her cap, and as she saw how round and pink her
cheeks were she hardly recognized herself.

She seemed to hear his impatient feet outside on the veranda, and she
smiled to think how typical it all was of husbands and wives--and at
that thought her face grew pinker and she turned away--she didn't want
her own eyes to see how she flushed.

But suddenly all warmth--all flushing--left her. She turned cold with
a familiar creep and weakness. She could not proceed. Her glove was
half on, but her strength was not sufficient to pull it further. She
could not lift her feet.

His steady, strong tramp up and down the veranda continued, but she
was in the grasp of her old enemy. A terrible fear and an agony of
desire seized her. She wanted to go out into the bright sunlight with
him, but she could neither move nor whisper. All her resolution, her
hope, fell away, and her heart was heavy and cold. It was all over. He
would wait for a while and then go away, and she would stand there
desolate, helpless, inert as clay, with life dark and empty before
her.

"Oh, if he would only call me!" was her last breath of resolution.

Once, twice the feet went up and down the veranda. Then they paused
before her door.

"Are you ready?" his voice called.

She struggled to speak, but could only whisper, "Yes."

The door swung quickly open and he stood there in the streaming
sunlight of the morning--so tall he was he seemed to fill the
doorway--and he smiled and extended his hands.

"Come," he said, "the sturdy old mountains are wonderfully grand this
morning."

His hand closed over hers, and the sunlight fell upon her, warming her
to the heart, but before she could lift her eyes to the shining peaks
she awoke and found that the morning sun had stolen its way through a
half-opened shutter and lay upon her hand.

At first she was ready to weep with sadness and despair, but as she
thought upon it she came to see in the dream a good omen. It had been
long since she had dreamed a vision of perfect health with no touch of
im