As they climbed the hill above the cabin, they turned to take a parting look. The old mountaineer’s home stood in the shadows, deserted, but the last rays of the sun lingered on the cliff, the newly-made grave, and the sheltering pines above it. “Isn’t that a beautiful spot in which to lay his dear old body to rest?” said Fred. “Yes,” responded Alta, “I shall always feel better to think of him sleeping where the sunlight loves to linger.” They stayed a few moments gazing in silence on the picture of light and peace. Then with hearts strangely lifted out of the gloom that had depressed them, they turned in the sunset afterglow to ride slowly home together. THE END PRINTED BY R. R. DONNELLEY & SONS COMPANY, AT THE LAKESIDE PRESS, CHICAGO End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Wild Roses, by Howard R. Driggs