"I suppose she told you all about it--my finish at Corinth--I mean, and my plans?" interrupted Dan. "Yes," Hope replied. "Then there's nothing more to do but--How is your patient?" he finished abruptly. "How long must you stay with the case?" She turned her head away. "My patient went home three days ago." When the sun was touching the fringe of trees on the distant ridge, and the varying tints of brown and gold, under the softening tone of the gray-blue haze that lies always over hollow and hill, were most clearly revealed in the evening light--Dan and Hope followed the same path that Young Matt and Sammy walked years before. In the edge of the timber beyond the deerlick, the two young lovers found those other older lovers, and were welcomed by them with the welcome that can only be given or received by those whose hearts and souls are big enough to follow the trail that is nobody knows how old. End of Project Gutenberg's The Calling of Dan Matthews, by Harold Bell Wright