“You’re not to see me. Not like this. I can stay away easier than what I am Join’.” “Will you do me a favor, a great one?” said she, now.

“Make it as impossible as you please!” he cried. He thought it was to be some action.

“Go on coming. But don’t talk to me about--don’t talk in that way--if you can help it” He laughed out, not permitting himself to swear.

“But,” she continued, “if you can’t help talking that way--sometimes--I promise I will listen. That is the only promise I make.” “That is a bargain,” he said.

Then he helped her mount her horse, restraining himself like a Spartan, and they rode home to her cabin.

“You have made it pretty near impossible,” he said, as he took his leave. “But you’ve been square to- day, and I’ll show you I can be square when I come back. I’ll not do more than ask you if your mind’s the same. And now I’ll not see you for quite a while. I am going a long way. But I’ll be very busy. And bein’ busy always keeps me from grievin’ too much about you.” Strange is woman! She would rather have heard some other last remark than this.

“Oh, very well!” she said. “I’ll not miss you either.” He smiled at her. “I doubt if yu’ can help missin’ me,” he remarked. And he was gone at once, galloping on his Monte horse.

Which of the two won a victory this day?