Maurice held her blond head against his breast, quivering through flesh and spirit. That was the moment of life. What was conquering the dense resistance of material things, or coming off victor in bouts with men? The moment of life is when the infinite sea opens before the lover. The heart of the island held them like the heart of Allah. The pines sang around them. “We must go on,” spoke Lily. “It is so dark we can't see the Indian on the trail.” “There isn't any Indian on the trail now,” laughed Maurice. “You can never frighten me with him again.” THE END ┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ Transcriber's Note: │ │ │ │ The original spelling, hyphenation, and punctuation have been │ │ retained, with the exception of apparent typographical errors │ │ which have been corrected. │ │ │ │ Ambiguous hyphens at the ends of lines were retained. │ │ │ │ Punctuation and spelling were made consistent when a predominant │ │ form was found in this book; otherwise they were not changed. │ │ │ │ Italicized words are surrounded by underline characters, _like │ │ this_. │ │ │ │ Mid-paragraph illustrations have been moved between paragraphs │ │ and some illustrations have been moved closer to the text that │ │ references them. The list of illustrations paginations were │ │ changed accordingly. │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Mackinac and Lake Stories, by Mary Hartwell Catherwood