Still, if it was pale, it had a glow which it did not possess before, and even a stronger humanity than of old.

A new look had come into his eyes, a certain absorbing earnestness, refining the past asceticism.

A more amiable and unselfish comrade man never had.
The second day I was there he took me to call upon a family at Viking, the town with a great saw-mill and two smaller ones, owned by James Devlin, an enterprising man who had grown rich at lumbering, and who lived here in the mountains many months in each year.
Mr.James Devlin had a daughter who had had some advantages in the East after her father had become rich, though her earlier life was spent altogether in the mountains.

I soon saw where Roscoe's secret was to be found.

Ruth Devlin was a tall girl of sensitive features, beautiful eyes, and rare personality.