he said. “Her name was Marie Loskiel, and she told us that she was the widow of a Scotch fur trader, one Ian Loskiel, of Saint Sacrament.”

There was another silence, as though he were not willing to continue. Then in a quiet voice I bade him speak; and he spoke, very gravely:

“Your mother’s religion and Guy Johnson’s were different. If that were the reason she would not marry him I do not know. Only that when he went away, leaving her at Edward, they both wept. I was standing by his stirrup; I saw him — and her.

“And — he rode away, Loskiel� . Why she tried to follow him the next spring, I do not know� . Perhaps she found that love was stronger than religion� . And after all the only difference seemed to