Wonderful things are to be seen through Gwen's window." "Yes," said Lady Charlotte softly.

"Dear Gwen!--but I fear it is often made bright with tears." As she spoke she wheeled her horse and cantered off, for her own tears were not far away.

I followed her in thought up the trail winding through the round-topped hills and down through the golden lights of the canyon and into Gwen's room.

I could see the pale face, with its golden aureole, light up and glow, as they sat before the window while Lady Charlotte would tell her how Gwen's Canyon looked to-day and how in her own bleak canyon there was the sign of flowers..