Before he turned away from the Lodge of Creagh, Rosmead climbed to the edge of the Moor of Silence and stood still for a moment on the very spot, though he knew it not, where Isla had stood with Neil Drummond but yesterday. From where he stood he commanded a vast view, the Moor behind and beyond, and the winding road down Glenogle, with all the little hills huddling on its flanks, and widening out to the glory of Loch Earn. Achree he could not see, but his eyes, as they ranged towards it, were filled with that vast tenderness which proclaims that the deeps of being are stirred. Isla had gone away without message or sign, but that neither grieved nor troubled him. Some day, from out the silence, the sign would come, or he would himself know the day and the hour of her need of him. And as he turned, with the westering light upon his face, he made his vow that if God should give him a son, Donald Rosmead Mackinnon he should be called, so that the name should not die for ever out of Glenogle and the Moor of Silence. THE END * * * * * * * * Novels and Stories by ANNIE S. SWAN Between the Tides Young Blood The Fairweathers The Last of Their Race The Ivory God Rhona Keith The Forerunners Nancy Nicholson Meg Hamilton Mary Garth The Magic of Love Love Unlocks the Door Love’s Miracle The Bridge Builders The Stepmother Christian’s Cross Maid of the Isles MacLeod’s Wife Love the Master Key Mask of Gold Shore Beyond Woven of the Wind HODDER AND STOUGHTON LIMITED LONDON