CHAPTER X

IN THE GREATER WORLD “At last, Bryan! I can see the buggy and the waggon. Look!” She passed the glasses to her husband, and he held them to his eyes long and steadily. Then he put them down. “Yes, he is there,” he said. They stood hand in hand waiting, and the soft west wind came from over the hills and fanned their faces. They were upon the piazza of a dainty little chalet built out upon a ledge of the mountains, and almost over-hanging the great Redstone Park valley. Above them towered the snow-capped mountains, …