orbed, but his reflections were as different from those of the Master of Tralee as sunrise is from midnigh

anding, the touch of her hair upon his lips, her supple form yielding to his as he clasped her in hi

s of Louise at their first meeting, and a new world had been opened up to him. He had been as naive and native a human being with all his apparent foppishness, as had ever moved am

hild, which, when he had reached manhood, had never been formalized by conventions. Something indefinite had marked him until Louise had come, and now he was definite, determined, alive with a new feeling which made his spirit sing-his spirit and his lips; for, as he came from Nolan Doyle's ranch to the Cross Trails,

ght come into the minds of either of these two that was not linked with the idea of home. Nothing of the jungle had been in their thoughts, though they had been tempted, and love and the mom

ing in the way. At first he did not recognize the horses, and he called to the d

g up, Orlando was about to call out again in peremptory tones, when, suddenly, t

y aware of the thud of horses' hoofs coming down one of the side

oment he stood with his hand on the wheel looking at the st

ere!" h

d, loosened the waistcoat and felt the heart. It was still. He examined the body. There was no wo

ne sense, did not matter. Louise's husband was de

so had the tragedy confused his brain for the moment. As he did s

called the voice

ly. Presently the new-comer sprang down

hat's the trouble? . . . Who's that?"

e's dead," answer

God!" said

the Master of Tralee-that if ever he passed him or met him, and Mazarine did not get out of the way, i

-comer repeated. Sc

e said. Then he told the story-such as there was to

the body of Mazarine, at his face, and then lifted up the bea

seems to have took it easy, sittin' there

u say, it's weird, his sitting there like that wi

from the wagon," remar

rlando without agitation, but with a s

lared. "If there's an inquest, I've got to t

will out. Come, let's move him on to Tralee. We'll lay him down in the bottom of the wagon, and I'll lead hi

rocession made its way to Tra

me, if he killed him. Well, he's got them, and stil