tell you they know life. They're exactly like the rest of us under their skins. I'm getting to believe that we all get happiness in the same way and over mighty few things. Loving and having children, that's about all."
"Inez says it's nothing of the kind; that the only way to be happy is to know what is beautiful when you see it."
"I suppose that's smart," said Douglas crossly, "but I haven't any idea what it means."
"I know what it means; but you never will until you can ride across Fire Mesa with your heart aching because it's so beautiful."
"I don't see where in the world you get the idea that I don't see the beauty in things!" protested Douglas. "I can't gush like a girl and quote poetry, but this sure is a lovely country to me. And I want my children's children to have this valley and hold it till the very bones of their bodies are made out of the dust of Lost Chief. That's how I feel about these old hills. More than that, I can see how a marriage here in Lost Chief might be a life-long dream of beauty."
Judith looked at Douglas with astonishment not unmixed with admiration. But she returned sturdily to her own line of defense.
"Doug, do you see any beautiful marriage around here?"
Douglas stared at her tragically, then answered with a groan: "No, I don't! But," with new firmness, "that's not saying I don't firmly believe I couldn't make marriage a lovely thing."
"Why, do you think you are cleverer than anybody else?"
"Not clever, but—but—" Douglas paused, powerless to tell Judith of that something within him that
