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I haven't much to offer, heaven knows, but well, Lyn, I can offer a clear record to some woman some day!" All that day Lynda thought of the future. Sitting in her workshop with the toy-like emblems of her craft at hand she thought and thought. It seemed to her, struggling alone, that men and women, after all, walked through life largely apart.

And so far as my tackling single-handed a search for Hank Rowan's cache well, I decided to see Lyn before I took that contract. I hated that, too. It always went against my grain to be a bearer of ill tidings. I hate to make a woman cry, especially one I like.

"Can you tell me all about it, Lyn?" he asked. For an instant Lynda hesitated. Misunderstanding, Truedale added: "Perhaps you'd rather not to-night! I can wait. I trust you absolutely. I am sure you acted wisely." "Oh! Con, it was not I not I. It was Nella-Rose who acted wisely. I left it all to her! It was she who decided.

"Lyn, is it you?" "Yes! How did you guess?" "All day I've been thinking about you wanting you. Sometimes I can bring people that way." "And I have wanted you! Betty, may I stay to-night?" "Why, yes, dear. Stay until you want to go home. I've been pulling myself together; I'm almost ready to go back to Brace. Come in! Why what is it, dear? Come, let me take off your things! There!

MacRae whitened, but the full import of Piegan's words stunned him to silence. The bare possibility of Lyn Rowan being at the dubious mercy of those ruthless brutes was something that called for more than mere words. He hesitated only a moment, nervously twisting the saddle-strings with one hand, then straightened up and tore loose the cinch fastening.

"I think I know," she whispered, "that women consider the effect of such things, Con. Had the experience been low, it would have left its mark; as it is I am sure well, it has not darkened your vision." "No, Lyn, no!" "And lately, I have been thinking of her, Con that little Nella-Rose." "You have? You could, Lyn?" "Yes.

And while she designed and Conning watched and suggested, they talked of his long-neglected work. "You'll have time soon, Con, to give it your best thought. Did you do much while you were away?" "Yes, Lyn, a great deal!" Truedale was sitting by the tiny hearth in his diminutive living room.

And" Lynda came around the table and paused as she was about to go out of the room "I wonder if she could pass the coffee-urn test, on a pinch?" Kendall coloured vividly. "I've been thinking more of my end of the table since I saw her than I ever have before in my life. It isn't all coffee-urn, Lyn." "Indeed it isn't! I must see this little womanly Lochinvar at once. Is she pretty pretty as Mrs.

It had all gone well until the "sleeping corner" was reached, and then something happened. A memory of one of Betty's confessions started it. "Lyn," she had said, just before her baby came, "I kneel by this small, waiting crib and pray as only mothers know how to pray and God teaches them afresh every time! I do so want to be worthy of the confidence of God." "And I am never to know!"

Now that we both know how little it means, we'll begin again and free from Uncle William's wrong conceptions Lyn " He put his cup down and rose quickly. "Wait!" she whispered, shrinking back into her low armchair and holding him off by her smile of detachment more than by her word of command.

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