PART 5

Reaching the top of the long grassy ascent they paused to breathe their horses; and now, being close beside her, Dallas took her gloved left hand to feel a certain finger. “Yes,” said he, kissing that same finger, “it’s still there all right.” “And will be—always!” murmured Josepha, looking at that finger, also. “How surprised they’ll be! . . . “And what will your father say?” “He knows, of course.” “Why then, Keith, take me—home.” So they rode on again, speaking very seldom for some happiness is beyond words. But …