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She covered her face with her hands
and swayed where she stood.
"I thought it would comfort me to
come," she moaned, "but it is break
ing my heart!"
For with a tide-like rush the sweet
past was now more vividly recurrent
than ever. Every bush, every rock.
every turn of the path renewed some
fond, sweet word he had spoken
the loved And lost one.
At last she reached the old trysting
place. She sank like a wearied child
to the moBS-covered trunk and cried
her heart out. Then dull, dear ret
rospect intervened, and accepting the
burden her own folly had brought
about she sat mutely submissive to
the fate that Bhowed no brightness
Her pulses Btirred at a cry of
alarm. It was vague, distant, but
echoing. It was a call for help.
Elizabeth started to her feet and
bent her ear. A new fear came into
her face as she traced the call
across the sloping expanse of stunted
oak to where the bropk ran and the
whispering sands were the most
There were danger signs in the vi
cinity, but a stranger would scarcely
notice them after nightfall, she real
ized. The humane Instinct was too in
tensely developed in Elizabeth to need
urging, even when her mind was im
mersed in her own individual trou
bles. She was a true daughter of the
woodland and she sped like a sprite
along the upper ledges overlooking
It was closer now, that cry, though
not so distant There was a token of
weakness In the utterance, a forlorn
intonation telling of exhausted effort
Her own feet, swift as they were,
barely evaded one or two danger
ous spots in her rapid flight Then
as she neared what was familiarly
nown to the denizens of the vicinity
as "The Pits," her heart stood still
and she chilled with a shock.
A human form was visible in the
swirling mass of quicksands, appeal
ing wildly for help, with arms out
stretched, sinking deeper and deeper
each succeeding moment.
In an instant Elizabeth forgot self,
peril, all save that a precious human
life was in the balance.
She ran to where the ruined old
bridge lay. It had spanned a nar
row brook, but long in disuse. She
knew fully the last possible resource
for assisting the man engulfed in
the quicksands. How she managed
to drag one of the great rough logs,
the size of a railroad tie in thickness,
fully twenty feet, she never knew.
Superhuman strength Beemed In
fused. Her hands were torn and
bleeding, her breath came in gasps.
She managed to tilt the end of the
heavy timber across the ledge of
rock and let it drop.
The log narrowly grazed the head
of the man now struggling waist
deep in the shifting mass. Both ends,
however, were safely anchored.
Elizabeth crept out on the log.
"Grasp the log? firmly with one
hand give me the other "
Then her voice died away and her
soul seemed to go with it, for the
man she had saved was Randel
He was pretty well exhausted, but
he smiled up into her eyes with
grateful energy, as slowly, with diffi
culty, he was extracted from his fear
It was like a hideous dream with a
golden awakening, as both reached
the soft ground and sank upon a
grassy plat exhausted, their eyes met,
and then their hands.
"You have saved my life!" he
breathed. "I owe It to ydu Eliza
beth!" How sweetly, how fervently he
pronounced her name, the ring of a
year ago in it!
"I am glad," she said simply, and
shrank back away in very contrite-