And always, Donald has told me, his beloved Jane's spirit was with him in his wanderings over the mountains, her hand leading him, her voice whispering to him in the loneliness of the long nights.

Think of it, Joanne! Forty years of that! Forty years of a strange, beautiful madness, forty years of undying love, of faith, of seeking and never finding! And this spring old Donald came almost to the end of his quest.

He knows, now; he knows where that little treasure valley is hidden in the mountains, he knows where to find the cave!" "He found her--he found her ?" she cried.

"After all those years--he found her ?" "Almost," said Aldous softly.

"But the great finale in the tragedy of Donald MacDonald's life is yet to come, Ladygray.