They of the High Trails

eakened. He went on one long, wild, wilful carouse, and when McCoy rescued him and began to exhort toward a better life, he resigned his

with them by saying, "I'm

s something of a cynic; "just cut out

nd the sunlight from his cabin window with his palm. He was entirely and hopelessly enslaved to the memory

at had come over him, that he should be so sad

aster's niece-of Eagle River, who had t

en son led to shy references to his "trouble" which made him savage. He went

ve around as a poisoned hound. Why don't you go down to the Spri

er to her home; but the fear of her scornful greeting, the thought of a cutting query as

their sufferings as a part of the play. He felt quite differently about these cases. Love was no longer a theme for jest, an abstraction, a far-off t

ou have got it bad. Your symptoms are about the worst ever. You're loc

standing of Roy's "throw-down" by the postmaster's niece, and the expression of this interest in his affairs at last dro

mate may freeze this poison out of you. Wh

oved one before setting out for the far northland. To speak with her was beyond his hope. No, all he expected was a chance glim