rent of emotions with which he was struggling, but pretended not to notice it. He tied the horse at the old mill, and they walked slowly down the bank of the river.
"That is my island," she cried pointing out into the river. "That third one in the group running out from the point. We can step from one rock to another to it."
It was indeed an entrancing spot. The island seemed all alone in the middle of the river when one was on it. It was not more than fifty feet wide and a hundred feet long, its length lying with the swift current. At the lower end of it a fine ash tree spread its dense shade, hanging far over the still waters that stood in smooth eddy at its roots. On the upper side of this tree lay a big boulder resting against its trunk and embedded in a mass of clean white sand the water had filtered and washed and thrown there on some spring flood.
She climbed on this rock, sat down, and leaned her bare head against its trunk.
"This is my throne," she laughingly cried.
He leaned against the rock and looked up at her with eyes through which the yearning, the hunger, the joy, and the fear of all life were quivering. What a picture she made under the dark cool shadows! Her dress was again of spotless white that seemed now to have been woven out of the foam of the river. Her throat was bare, her cheeks flushed, and her wavy hair the wind had blown loose into a hundred stray ringlets about her face and neck. Her lips were trembling with a smile at his speechless admiration.
"You seem to have been struck dumb," she said. "Isn't this glorious?"
"Beyond words, Miss Sallie. I didn't know there was such a spot on the earth."
"This is my favourite perch. Art and wealth could
