The Golden Woman

It was a moment Joan would never forget. As long as she lived that eager face, with eyes alight, the rapid tongue pouring out the sentiments of his simple heart must ever remain with her. It was a picture of virile manhood such as in her earliest youth she had dreamed of, a dream which had grown dimmer and dimmer as she progressed toward womanhood and learned the ways of the life that had been hers. Here it was in all reality, in all its pristine simplicity, but--she gathered up her reins and moved her horse round, heading him toward home.

"I'm glad I came out here--in the wilderness," she said earnestly. "I'm glad, too, that I came to see this great black hill. Yes, and I'm glad to think that I have begun the lessons which this great big world is going to teach me. For the rest--we'd better go home. Look! The daylight is going."