The Girl Scouts of the Round Table

ad. He was guiding and encouraging, as he floundered throug

d standing so that she might be

sight. He kept stopping and turning to discover if his much-ne

s of their quest. The morning was enchantingly lovely.

eir absence and discover that the House in the Woods

d from the branches of the trees31 sparkled and swu

bly still, as suddenly toward da

g by the surprising exertions of his struggles through the drifted snow. His shoulders, ofte

roubled than Tory by

of imploring anxiety, then swerving toward the left, he galloped tow

ght his horse t

quietly, but in a tone of authority

nd slowly he foll

the next interv

pening toward the small grove of trees. Then fro

interminable to Tory before she heard him calling h

om for hesita

n she had seen Mr. Fenton take, fighting her way w

e, she left the horse standing mid

ppeared at the edge, his dark figure against the wh

close beside him stalked the

ry of mingled

coat was encrusted with snow, her body appeared entirely limp an

trying to find her way home to the House in the Woods. She, of all person

she floundered back the way she had come, not many yards in reality. As soon a

ciating the wisdom of her plan, laid down h

e distance was not great, and now they had made a

wrists and forehead with snow and vainly trying to discover some suggestion

ur found them before the doo

y, carried in the woman who had never before

ot she herself had occupied so short a time before. If she had believed the long night difficult, how much worse had

ope. How many hours Memory Frean had been se

and herself. She could recall only this one fact: the change in the temperature must not

isappeared, murmuring that he would return as soon as possible. He must in some way get word to the doctor. He appeared35 strangely annoyed that

as struggling to remove Miss Frean's stiff clothes,

d her friend's name, n

less time, Tory continued rubbing her

er mind felt extr

the autumn road a little more than a year before, an

made the surprising discovery that her uncle and Miss Frean had been devo

fine simplicity like the woman it sheltered. Tory's artistic temperament demanded that the outward form be the expression of the inner nature. How many pleasant hours she and Memory Frean had passed together in this r

en, as Dr. McClain might desire the room to be warmer. There was one small lo

est warmth, one flicker of life, the

e one to meet this disaster? So far Tory had not called it by any other name, although

say what he should do to assist her. She was aware that he looked older tha

it was an eternity to Tory before Dr. McClain

wed by a nurse an

er legs suddenly unable to do her bidding. She had grown rigi

he room into the little kitchen

l be wanting coffee by and by. We were just sitting down to the table when the message came. Don't be dishearten

ing a number of important acts-lighting an oil stove and placing water to boil, find

ced, but by and by drank some coffee and suggested

a response in her. This ebbed away as the moments passed an

f, a quotation she had learned the evening

will, who love the