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At sight of the girl he smiled and boith a look of frank and most respectful aduide His hands were gloved, he wore a neat shirt, and his tie was in order--so irl saw as he faced her--and as he passed she apprehended so and manly in the lines of his back and shoulders Plainly he was not to the saddle born, like the man ahead, and yet he was quite as bronzed and travel-worn

A turn in the trail brought thelanced up at the figure poised on the bowlder above hilowed once more with pleasure There was in his look an expression of acknowledged kinship, as of one refined soul to another, a kind of subtle flattery which pleased while it puzzled the girl Men with eyes of that appeal were not common in her world

The bitter look vanished out of her face She gazed after the trailer with the unabashed interest of a child, wondering who he er, received and retained, like a sensitive plate, every line of his figure, everyof his face--even his fashion of saddle and the leather of his gun-case remained with her as food for reflection, and as she loitered down the trail a wish to knowecstasy on his face before he saw her--as if he, too, were transported by the scene, and this expression came at last to be the chief revelation of his character

The red went out of the sky The golden eagle of cloud flew home over the illimitable seas of saffron, the purple shadows rose in the valleys, the lights of the town began to sparkle Engine-bells clanged to and fro, and the strains of a saloon band rose to vex the girl's poetic soul with repugnant re through," she thought, a little wistfully, referring back to the stranger "I wish I kneho he is"

As she came down to the level of the stream its friendly roar cut off the ribald ines precisely as the bank shut away the visible town, leaving the little row of pretty cottages in the ward of thefirs

At the foot of the trail a gray-haired wonant "Viola La up there after dark? I'm all a-tremble over you"