CHAPTER III

* * * * * I went up to my room strangely perturbed and tranquillized, and stood looking about me. A beautiful room, paneled with Himalayan cedar carved in a frieze, low-beamed, long and the very heart of home with ruddy firelight sending jewel-lights and shades about it. A room of quiet and simplicity though before the eastern window the pomps of dawn would be glorious on the mountains, and the southern ones gave on the garden and the stedfast beauty of marching battalions of pine forest…