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By Clarisse Horton.
"If you can love me without seeing
me or hearing from me for a whole
year, then I willmarry you," she had
said; and the year "had passed and
Kankin still loved her.
He was standing by the same
Adirondacks lake where they had
met twelve months before. It was a
Stood Staring at His Trophy.
cool day in July; the wind was skim
ming over the surface of the water,
the pines rustled, a loon was crying
far away. Everything in nature had
contributed to make that day one for
perfect remembrance. And it was the
same today as it had been.
She was secretary to the president
of a corporation, Rankin had learned,
and she was recovering from a se
rious illness. Their hotels were sep
arated by half a mile of undergrowth
which covered the projecting flank of
Big Mountain. They had met at the
point of the lake where Rankin
fished, and he had ventured a "good
"morning." After that their acquaint
ance was a rapid one, and love,
perched in the background till, grow
ing bolder, he stood between them.
Those days of meeting! That de
lirious happiness of love confessed!
This was no flirtation. They were
made for each other. But she would
not tell him her name, nor let him
come to her hotel.
"I have a very good reason," she
answered when he protested. "You
must not try to find out anything
more about me now. But if you can
love me for a whole year, then I will
"And never know who you are?"
"0, I'm nobody mysterious, just a
plain workaday woman," she answer
"And when the year has passed?"
" "I shall be here next year. I shall
wait for you here let me see, today
is July 28. A year from today."
And all his pleas were unavailing.
Despair alternated with unspeakable
happiness. He praised her beauty,
her eyes, blue as the lake water; her
hair, soft as yellow silk; her gait, her
gestures, all intoxicated him. She
heard his compliments musingly, and
with a slight frown.
"If you coul$ love me I mean me,
apart from these external things,"
"I adore you," insisted Rankin.
That was on their last day together.
He gathered her into his arms and,
kissing her, knew that his love was
A trout leaped in the lake among
the lily pads, and Rankin drew a
length of line from his reel.
"I believe I'll have a cast for that
fellow," he said, and raised his rod
and threw it forward. The line
caught behind him. Rankin heard a
stifled cry and turned. Upon the
barbed fly was the girl's hat, and, un
der it, a complete toupee of hair.