It was thus we rounded the bend and saw before us the little clearing with the cabin in the centre of its green heart. At sight of it my eyes grew moist and I rested my fingers gently upon the white hand that lay against her saddle-pommel. "Fear not, dear heart!" I whispered tenderly. "It is home for both alike, and the welcome of love awaits you as well as me." She glanced up at me, half shyly as in the old way, and there was a mist of tears clinging to the long lashes. "Those who love you, John, I will love," she said solemnly. It was Rover who saw us first, and came charging forth with savage growl and ruffled fur, until he scented me, and changed his fierceness into barks of frantic welcome. Then it was I saw them, even as when I last rode forth, my father seated in his great splint chair, my mother with her arm along the carved back, one hand shading her eyes as she watched our coming. This is not a memory to be written about for stranger eyes to read, but as I turned from them after that first greeting, their glances were upon her who stood waiting beside me, so sweet and pure in her young womanhood. "And this, my son?" questioned my father kindly. "We would bid her welcome also; yet surely she cannot be that little child for whose sake we sent you forth?" I took her by the hand as we faced them. "You sent me in search of one whom you would receive even as your own child," I answered simply. "This is Roger Matherson's daughter, and the dear wife of your son." What need have I to dwell upon the love that bade her welcome? And so it was that out of all the suffering and danger, forth from the valley of the shadow of death, Toinette and I came home. THE END ==================================================== _Uniform with "When Wilderness Was King"_ Each with six full-page pictures in color and other decorations by the Kinneys, $1.50 The striking appearance of these volumes is due to the appropriate character of the type, initials, end-papers, etc., and to the wonderful pictures in color. ---------------------------------------------------- By OTTILIE A. LILJENCRANTZ The Ward of King Canute _A Romance of the Danish Conquest_ A stalwart and beautiful tale a fine, big thing, full of men's strength and courage and a girl's devotion, the atmosphere of great days and primitive human passions.--_Philadelphia. Ledger._ THIRD EDITION The Thrall of Leif the Lucky _A Story of Viking Days_ A tale which moves among stalwart men, and in the palaces of leaders.--_New York Mail and Express._ One of the best constructed historical romances that has appeared in America in some years.--_Brooklyn Eagle_. The atmosphere of the old days of fighting and adventure glows in the book.--_Springfield Republican._