After dinner that evening, Carl wrote a long letter to Sana, enclosing the gift he had purchased that afternoon. In higher spirits than at any time since that fateful morning on the desert he went to his club to spend the evening in quiet reverie. In the days that followed, the change in Carl became more and more noticeable to Grace, who at last realized that all her hopes were now gone as the winds of yesterday. This realization was a bitter pill to swallow but she tried to make the best of it. Weeks passed. Weeks that seemed ages to the anxious man but weeks that were as fleeting moments to the girl who dreaded the day when another letter should reach him from across the seas. At last the letter came. Receiving it from the postman, Grace, without hesitation now, placed it on Carl’s desk. What mattered it to her! But just the same her feelings were thrown out of balance and with, “What’s the use,” she threw her notebook angrily on her desk just as Carl came in with his usual morning smile. Grace made a brave attempt to appear unconcerned, saying, “Mr. Lohman, there is a letter on your desk from your African friend.” Carl hurried into his office and as he opened the envelope turned to Grace, asking, “How did you know it was from Sana?” “Oh I thought so.” “Why, you did not know that she was alive. How did you guess it?” “To be frank, when you received the letter from Timbuktoo and when you forwarded the cablegram, I thought something unusual must have happened. Isn’t that so?” looking at her chief with a smile. “Yes, you are right, Miss Huntington. I told you that Sana had been burned to death, but I was greatly mistaken. Sana is alive.” “I am glad to hear it,” came the lying response. Carl was reading the letter for a second time, when he was called to the telephone and while still engaged in conversation over the wire, a business friend dropped in requesting Carl to accompany him up town, without delay, to attend to some important business matters. As they left the office, Carl informed Grace that he did not believe he would be back until late in the afternoon. Later on, Grace, when placing some papers on his desk noticed Sana’s letter. Carl in his hurry had forgotten to put it in his pocket as was his custom with personal mail. Without hesitation Grace picked up the letter and returning to her desk, read: My darling boy: You cannot imagine how thrilled I was to get your sweet note, saying that you are safe and happy and to know that you still love me. I am, and I always shall be yours. I am so hungry for you, my love. The desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose, when you are once more with me. Your message and the beautiful ring have removed all doubts from my heart. Thank you, my own.