For she felt a stir in her heart, stronger than all, beyond all resistance, an exquisite agony, the sweet, blind, tumultuous exultation of the woman who loves and is loved.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Bess, what do you think ?" said Col.

Zane, going into the kitchen next morning, after he had returned from the pasture.

"Clarke just came over and asked for Betty.

I called her.

She came down looking as sweet and cool as one of the lilies out by the spring.