THE RETURN When the morning broke upon Blue Hill Farm the sand-storm had blown itself out.

With brazen splendour the sun arose to burn the parched earth anew, but Sylvia was before it.

With the help of Fair Rosamond and, Joe, the boy, she was preparing a small wooden hut close by for the reception of a guest.

He should not go back to that wretched cabin on the sand if she could prevent it.

He should be treated with honour.