mfort."

"Rest and comfort?" echoed Margaret, coming to his side. "Yes, I
understand that, especially with the sunlight upon it. But at night,
Dick, with the moon high above that peak there and filling with its
light all the valleys, do you know, I hardly dare look at it long."

"I understand," replied Dick, slowly. "Barney used to say the same about
the moonlight on the view from the hillcrest above the Mill."

Then a silence fell between them. The deepest, nearest thought with each
was Barney. It was always Barney. Resolutely they refused to allow the
name to reach their lips except at rare intervals, but each knew how the
thought of him lurked in the heart, ready to leap into full view with
every deeper throb.

"Come, this won't do," said Margaret, almost sharply.

"No, it won't do," replied Dick, each reading the thought in the other's
heart.

"I am struggling with my report," said Margaret in a business-like tone.
"What shall I say? How shall I begin?"

"Your report, eh? Better let me write it. I'll tell them things that
will make them sit up. What copy there would be in it for the Daily
Telegraph! The lonely outpost of civilization, the incoming stream of
maimed and wounded, of sick and lonely, the outgoing stream healed and
hopeful, and all singing the praises of the Lady of Kuskinook."

"Hush, Dick," said Margaret softly. "You are forgetting the man who
travels the lonely trails to the camps and up the gulches for the sick
and wounded and brings them out on his broncho's back and his own, too,
watches by them and prays with them, who yarns to them and sings to them
till they forget their homesickness, which is the sickness the hospital
cannot cure."

"Oh, draw it mild, Margaret. Well, we'll give it up. The best part of
this report will be that that is never written, except on the hearts and
in the lives of the poor chaps who will think of the Lady of Kuskinook
any time they happen to be saying their prayers."

"Tell me, Dick, what shall I say?"

"Begin with the statistics. Typhoids, so many--"

"What an awful lot there were, two hundred and twenty-seven of them!"

"Yes," replied Dick. "But think of what there would have been but for
that man, Bailey! He's a wonder! He has organized the camps upon a
sanitary basis, brought in good water from the hills, established
hospitals, and all that sort of thing."

"So you've got it, too," said Margaret, with a smile.

"Got what?"

"Why, what I call the