One is apt to be pulled up suddenly when he ventures overfar." "We are inquisitive, you know," said Maud Barrington; "can't you tell me what they were ?" Winston did not know what impulse swayed him, and afterwards blamed himself for complying, but the girl's interest compelled him, and he showed her a little of what was in his heart.
"I fancied I saw Silverdale gorging the elevators with the choicest wheat," he said.

"A new bridge flung level across the ravine where the wagons go down half-loaded to the creek; a dam turning the hollow into a lake, and big turbines driving our own flouring mill.

Then there were herds of cattle fattening on the strippings of the grain that wasteful people burn, our products clamored for, east in the old country and west in British Columbia--and for a back-ground, prosperity and power, even if it was paid for with half the traditions of Silverdale.

Still, you see it may all be due to the effect of the fierce sunshine on an idle man's fancy." Maud Barrington regarded him steadily, and the smile died out of her eyes.

"But," she said slowly, "is all that quite beyond realization.
Could you not bring it about ?" Winston saw her quiet confidence and something of her pride.