"I just came this way to say good-by; I stopped for a few minutes with Stan at the office.

He said I would find you here." "But where are you going ?" she asked.
Smiling he waved his hand toward the mountain ridge above.

"Just over the sky line, Helen." "But, Larry, you will come again?
You won't let us lose you altogether ?" "Perhaps--some day," he said.
"And who is that with you ?" "Just a friend who cares to go with me.

Stan will tell you." "Oh, Larry, Larry! What a man you are!" she cried proudly, as he stood before her holding out his hand.
"If you think so, Helen, I am glad," he answered, and turned away.
So she watched him go.

Sitting there at home, she watched him ride up the winding road.