I understand now." Reviving memory of Jane Withersteen and thought of the complications of the present amazed him with proof of how far he had drifted from his old life.

He discovered that he hated to take up the broken threads, to delve into dark problems and difficulties.

In this beautiful valley he had been living a beautiful dream.

Tranquillity had come to him, and the joy of solitude, and interest in all the wild creatures and crannies of this incomparable valley--and love.

Under the shadow of the great stone bridge God had revealed Himself to Venters.
"The world seems very far away," he muttered, "but it's there--and I'm not yet done with it.