note was under the fresh banjo strings. . . . And you may well be
glad you forgot it."

"Why, dearest? Did it make you a little sorry for me?"

"Oh, so sorry! In spite of all you'd said and done, somehow--somehow
when I read that I think I began to fall in love with you all over
again. . . . I cried, I know. I didn't know then that was what was
the matter with me, but I know now it was. You had wanted me so much,
there in our dear little cabin; and try as I would to keep telling
myself that it was a last year's you, it kept feeling like a this
year's."

"It was," he said fervently. "It was this year's, and every year's, as
long as we both live."

"As long as we both live," echoed Marjorie.

They were both quiet for a while. The sun was setting, and the rays
shone down through the trees; through a gap they could see the west,
scarlet and gold and beautiful. Things felt very solemn. Marjorie put
out one hand mutely, and Francis took it and held it closely. It was
more really their marriage day than the one in New York, when they were
both young and reckless, and scarcely more than bits of flotsam in the
tremendous world-current that set toward mating and replacement. They
belonged together now, willingly and deliberately; set to go forward
with what love and forbearance and earnestness of purpose they could,
all the days of their life. They both felt it, and were still.

But presently Marjorie's laughter awakened Francis from his muse. He
had been promising himself that he would make up to her--that he would
try to erase all his wild doings from her mind. She should forget some
day that he had ever put her in an automobile, and borne her away,
Sabine fashion, to where he could dominate her into submission and
wifehood. He had gone very far into himself, and that light laugh of
hers, that he loved, drew him back from the far places.

"What is it, dear?" he asked.

"I was just thinking--I was just thinking what awfully good common
sense you showed, carrying me off that way. And how proud of it I'll
be as long as I live!" said Marjorie.

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