She sat down suddenly as if the strength of her legs was inadequate to uphold her.
"Glenn has--written me!" she whispered, in slow, halting realization.
"For what?
Oh, why ?" The other letters fell off her lap, to lie unnoticed.

This big thick envelope fascinated her.

It was one of the stamped envelopes she had seen in his cabin.

It contained a letter that had been written on his rude table, before the open fire, in the light of the doorway, in that little log-cabin under the spreading pines of West Ford Canyon.

Dared she read it?
The shock to her heart passed; and with mounting swell, seemingly too full for her breast, it began to beat and throb a wild gladness through all her being.