over my head, and draw myself up. Had
to 'shy' it coming down--for fear it
would catch in my clothing."

"Didn't I--didn't I t-tell you it
was him?" burst forth Pem, with all
the vehemence of a little spring torrent, in
Una's ear as she caught the ring of the
chaffing voice which had railed at the
Fates for "wishing a wreck on" to unoffending
youth, and was so boldly challenging
them now.

And just as free and frank in her girlish
gratitude as that torrent bubbling impulsively
out of the earth, when the nickum
reached the crest again, she sprang forward,
hand outstretched, to meet him.
Her eyes, blue as the little fairy blossoms
of the star-grass now, were breeze blown
in the meadow of her gladness.

It was nothing--nothing not to know
the name of one who had saved you from
death, she thought.

By the rescue you knew him!

And he knew her!

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