ANDY, when you can, go to Point of Pines. If any man in God’s world can mend the mischief I made there, it is you! I went innocently enough and at a time when I was down and out. I managed to evolve about as much hell as possible. I don’t expect you will ever be able to excuse or, in any sense, justify my actions. I am only thinking of that little girl of Alice Lindsay’s, the only love of my life. Law was petrified. This was a letter Norval had written from Point of Pines, it had got no farther than New York, for Norval in his abstraction had addressed it there. For an instant even the war sank into insignificance as Law read on: The divorce that Katherine desired was about to be consummated. I reckoned without Katharine’s sense of justice and duty, which got active just when I thought the road was clear. Well, Andy, you know how damnable truth can become when it is handled in the dark? Katherine came to Point of Pines; saw Donelle alone. Need I say more? Only this, Andy: I did not wrong the girl, I only loved her. I’ve left a picture. I want you to see it before you leave for Canada. You’ll find it by your north window. I’m going to the Adirondacks with Katherine. She’s developed tuberculosis, this is her only chance, and, short or long, I’ve sworn to go the rest of the way with her. Law went across the room to his north window. With fumbling hands he uncovered the canvas standing there and placed it on an easel before he dared look at it. A bit of paper was attached to the picture. Law read: "Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight." Then standing in his coldest, most critical attitude, Anderson Law feasted his eyes upon Donelle! Not only the sweet, appealing beauty of the rare, girlish face held Law, but the masterfulness of the hand that had reproduced it, clutched his senses. Such colour and light! Why, for a moment it seemed almost as if there were movement. "Good God!" muttered Law. "I stayed in Egypt too long." It was like him, however, to make ready at once to go to Point of Pines. He did not write to Norval; how could he? Of course he disapproved heartily of what he knew and suspected. No man, he reflected, has a right to take chances at another’s expense. Norval was a fool, a damned fool, but he was no merely selfish wretch. That he could swear to. But the girl—well, how could a man keep his senses cool with those eyes fixed upon him? "That white-flame sort," mused the man in the still room, "is the most far reaching. There’s so much soul along with the rest." A week later the _River Queen_, rather dignifiedly, puffed up to the wharf of Point of Pines. The sturdy boat was doing her bravest bit that summer. She went loaded down the river; she panted back contemplatively, knowing that she must bear yet other loads away. Away, always, away! "I want Mam’selle Jo Morey’s," Anderson Law said as he was deposited, with other freight and bags on the dock. "She takes boarders?"