Glen West Lodge, the name of this fine building on the shore of that inland lake, was a comfortable and cozy abode.  The rooms were not large, but their furnishings and decorations showed the artistic taste of the owner.  The pictures adorning the walls had evidently been chosen with careful discrimination, most of them representing nature scenes, with a few well known paintings of the world of civilization.  Each room contained a fire-place, and over the mantel of the livingroom, which opened off the hallway, was Watt’s symbolical figure of “Hope.”  Glen had often seen her father standing before this, studying it most intently.  Once he had told her its meaning.  “You see that woman sitting on the top of the world,” he had said.  “The strings of her harp are all broken but one, and upon that she is making the best music she can.  It teaches us, Glen, never to despair, but with the one string of limited power to do our best.”

In one corner of this room was a piano, and the piece of modern music above the key-board showed that someone had been recently playing.  A lamp of neat design hung from the wainscoted ceiling, while another with a soft shade stood upon a centre-table.  The chairs in the room were comfortable, the largest being placed near the big southern window, close to which was a case well filled with books.  The floor was covered with a rich carpet, of a quiet pattern, while before the fire-place was stretched a great bearskin rug.  It was a room to delight the heart, especially on a night when a storm was raging over the land.

It was through this that Glen passed after entering the house.  She went at once into the dining-room, adjoining, where she found the table all set for supper, and a white-haired woman standing before the side-board, arranging knives and forks in a drawer.  She turned as Glen entered, and a bright smile of welcome illumined her face.

“You are late, dear,” she reminded.  “Supper has been ready for some time.”

“I am sorry, Nannie,” the girl apologized.  “But I went farther to-day than I intended.  There is no word from daddy, I suppose?”

“None at all, dearie.  But, hurry and change your clothes, as your father may arrive at any minute.  He will be angry if he knows that you have been far beyond the Golden Crest, for he has warned you to be careful.  It is not safe for a girl to be riding alone since the miners have come into this region.”

Glen smiled gaily at the woman’s fears, and hastened away to her own room.  In about a quarter of an hour she returned, but in that brief space of time a marvellous transformation had taken place.  In a soft white dress, open at the throat, her beauty was enhanced ten-fold.  Her luxuriant wavy hair had been hurriedly brushed back, and her cheeks bore the deep flush of health and youth.  The woman at the head of the table looked at her with undisguised admiration as she passed her a piece of nicely browned fried salmon which an Indian servant girl had brought in from the kitchen.