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He turned away as Nellie,with apparent unconsciousness,seated herself on the bank,and removed her shoes and stockings.When she had dabbled her feet a few moments in the pool,she said over her shoulder--"We can talk just as well,can't we?"

"Certainly."

"Well,then,why didn't you come to church more often,and why didn't you think of telling father that you were convicted of sin and wanted to be baptized?""I don't know,"hesitated the young man.

"Well,you lost the chance of having father convert you,baptize you,and take you into full church fellowship.""I never thought--"he began.

"You never thought.Aren't you a Christian?""I suppose so."

"He supposes so!Have you no convictions--no profession?""But,Nellie,I never thought that you--"

"Never thought that I--what?Do you think that I could ever be anything to a man who did not believe in justification by faith,or in the covenant of church fellowship?Do you think father would let me?"In his eagerness to defend himself he stepped to her side.But seeing her little feet shining through the dark water,like outcroppings of delicately veined quartz,he stopped embarrassed.

Miss Nellie,however,leaped to one foot,and,shaking the other over the pool,put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

"You haven't got a towel--or,"she said dubiously,looking at her small handkerchief,"anything to dry them on?"But Low did not,as she perhaps expected,offer his own handkerchief.

"If you take a bath after our fashion,"he said gravely,"you must learn to dry yourself after our fashion."Lifting her again lightly in his arms,he carried her a few steps to the sunny opening,and bade her bury her feet in the dried mosses and baked withered grasses that were bleaching in a hollow.The young girl uttered a cry of childish delight,as the soft ciliated fibres touched her sensitive skin.

"It is healing,too,"continued Low;"a moccasin filled with it after a day on the trail makes you all right again."But Miss Nellie seemed to be thinking of something else.

"Is that the way the squaws bathe and dry themselves?""I don't know;you forget I was a boy when I left them.""And you're sure you never knew any?"

"None."

The young girl seemed to derive some satisfaction in moving her feet up and down for several minutes among the grasses in the hollow;then,after a pause,said,"You are quite certain I am the first woman that ever touched this spring?""Not only the first woman,but the first human being,except myself.""How nice!"

They had taken each other's hands;seated side by side,they leaned against a curving elastic root that half supported,half encompassed,them.The girl's capricious,fitful manner succumbed as before to the near contact of her companion.

Looking into her eyes,Low fell into a sweet,selfish lover's monologue,deive of his past and present feelings towards her,which she accepted with a heightened color,a slight exchange of sentiment,and a strange curiosity.The sun had painted their half-embraced silhouettes against the slanting tree-trunk,and began to decline unnoticed;the ripple of the water mingling with their whispers came as one sound to the listening ear;even their eloquent silences were as deep,and,Iwot,perhaps as dangerous,as the darkened pool that filled so noiselessly a dozen yards away.So quiet were they that the tremor of invading wings once or twice shook the silence,or the quick scamper of frightened feet rustled the dead grass.But in the midst of a prolonged stillness the young man sprang up so suddenly that Nellie was still half clinging to his neck as he stood erect."Hush!"he whispered;"some one is near!"He disengaged her anxious hands gently,leaped upon the slanting tree-trunk,and running half-way up its incline with the agility of a squirrel,stretched himself at full length upon it and listened.

To the impatient,inexplicably startled girl,it seemed an age before he rejoined her.