the effects of sorrow and a long illness. I have driven about these hills and along the lake shore almost daily."
"I have seen you," said Hilda, "as you drove past more than once."
"And did you see me this morning?"
"No."
"Still, I passed this spot at eight o'clock; I think, perhaps, earlier. My physician has cautioned me against long drives, and this morning I did not go quite so far as usual, because yesterday I went too far. I had turned my pony toward home just beyond that pretty mill where the little streams join the lake, and was driving slowly homeward when this Mr. Doran—is not that right?—this Mr. Doran stopped me to ask if I had seen a man, a tall, fair man"
"And had you?"
"I told him yes; and in a moment some one appeared at the top of the Indian Mound, and called out that the man was found."
"How—tell me how?"
Mrs. Jamieson drew back a little and looked into the girl's face with strange intentness.
"I—I fear he was a friend of yours," she said in a strangely hesitating manner, her eyes swiftly scanning the pale face.
