To The Duke it was all a wonder, for as the days shortened outside they
brightened inside; and every day, and more and more Gwen's room became
the brightest spot in all the house, and when he asked The Pilot:
"What did you do to the Little Princess, and what's all this about the
canyon and its flowers?" The Pilot said, looking wistfully into The
Duke's eyes:
"The fruits of the Spirit are love, peace, long-suffering, gentleness,
goodness, faith, meekness, self-control, and some of these are found
only in the canyon," and The Duke, standing up straight, handsome and
strong, looked back at The Pilot and said, putting out his hand:
"Do you know, I believe you're right."
"Yes, I'm quite sure," answered The Pilot, simply. Then, holding The
Duke's hand as long as one man dare hold another's, he added: "When you
come to your canyon, remember."
"When I come!" said The Duke, and a quick spasm of pain passed over his
handsome face--"God help me, it's not too far away now." Then he smiled
again his old, sweet smile, and said:
"Yes, you are all right, for, of all flowers I have seen, none are
fairer or sweeter than those that are waving in Gwen's Canyon."
CHAPTER XIV
BILL'S BLUFF
The Pilot had set his heart upon the building of a church in the Swan
Creek district, partly because he was human and wished to set a mark
of remembrance upon the country, but more because he held the sensible
opinion, that a congregation, as a man, must have a home if it is to
stay.
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