ame quivers in the light of the rising sun. The eastern
horizon was all aglow with the brightness shining through the flitting
snow-white clouds. It was a beautiful picture, so he stood silent,
drinking in the scenery of the surrounding country with great pleasure.
Behind him, unknown to his waiting heart, stood a pure, sweet girl,
gazing out through the deep mist of the morning, as if to penetrate the
very depths to a distance where she might get one glimpse of the single
man who had unconsciously awakened within her soul a new life, a new
hope. A new being sprang up within her, her soul longed for the time
when she could see him and hear his musical voice speaking to her inner
life and vibrating to the deepest depths of her quivering young heart.

Wade thought of her often, but only as a newborn, unopened bud. He
thought of her oftener than he felt he should, but he couldn't help
that. Still, a flush of feeling came into his heart when he did think of
her. What was it? What was this dark-eyed daughter of a tobacco planter
to him that he should quit his pondering when the memory of her crossed
his mind or when her crimson face rose like a vision before his eyes?
She must be regarded as secondary. Other matters claimed his attention
first, and should receive strict and careful consideration. But he could
not resist. Temptation, ah, temptation! thou art the power which
overcomes strong man. Wade threw the saddle on his horse, strapped his
rifle on the saddle, and rode up the road toward the climbing sun,
toward the towering mountain, intending to take a few hours in hunting,
and casting over the views on the other side. When he reached Peter
Judson's cabin he hesitated. "The attraction, the hoss, hit brung him."

Old Peter was stringing some new wire along the outer fence and did not
notice Wade's approach; if he had noticed him he did not let on.

"Busy this morning, neighbor," said Wade, pulling up. Old Peter turned
abruptly, spat out a great stream of "terbacker" juice and replied:
"Ther durned old cow gits out too often. Gotter double ther wires.
'Light an' hitch, won't ye?"

Wade would, as he wished to become better acquainted with his nearest
neighbor. He had called before, he said, but had found Mr. Judson gone
out on business, and he was glad to find him at home on this beautiful
morning. While Wade talked with Old Peter Judson, he could feel the
power of those piercing dark eyes as they penetrated the window p