"No. I have thought it all out: I was loyal through a mistake but you wouldn't betray a dead sister, you would save her reputation in the mind of the one being that remembered her, at the expense of your own happiness. And if there were nothing else I could love you for that." "And is there anything else?" asked she who would fain be loved for other qualities. "Everything," he answered rapturously, drawing her once more to his heart. "I knew that there would be some way," answered the satisfied woman softly after a little space. "Love like ours is not born to fall short of the completest happiness. Oh, how fortunate for me was that idle impulse that turned me up the cañon instead of down, for if it had not been for that there would have been no meeting--" She stopped suddenly, her face aflame at the thought of the conditions of that meeting, she must needs hide her face on his shoulder. He laughed gayly. "My little spirit of the fountain, my love, my wife that is to be! Did you know that your father has done me the honor to give me your hand, subject to the condition that your heart goes with it?" "You took that first," answered the woman looking up at him again. There was a knock on the door. Without waiting for permission it was opened; this time three men entered, for old Kirkby had joined the group. The blushing Enid made an impulsive movement to tear herself away from Newbold's arms, but he shamelessly held her close. The three men looked at the two lovers solemnly for a moment and then broke into laughter. It was Kirkby who spoke first. "I hear as how you found gold in them mountains, Mr. Newbold." "I found something far more valuable than all the gold in Colorado in these mountains," answered the other. "And what was that?" asked the old frontiersman curiously and innocently. "This!" answered Newbold as he kissed the girl again. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Chalice Of Courage, by Cyrus Townsend Brady