Ail the wide expanse of Lost Valley was still and sweet with dawn, smiling as if with a new and wondrous peace, the Vestal’s Veil shimmered on the Rockface, the distant peaks above the Cañon Country cut the skies.
She scanned the little world about and felt this peace press down upon her soul––as if the questions all were answered, the duty done.
Never in all her life before had Last’s Holding seemed to her so secure and settled, so sweet and to be desired....
Within it lay her destiny––the man in the cool south room.
Without in the great Valley lay a future.
Love was with her––friendship would be with her always in memory, one glowing with its vital 299 presence, the other softened and doubly sweet with the sorrow of absence.
She raised her hand and made the sign of the Cross between herself and that disappearing speck, then she turned and followed old Anita carrying gruels to that dim south room.
THE END