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Moya still rode afternoons with her friends, fished occasionally, and took her regular hand at bridge But it was unaccountably true that her zest in these aive no satisfactory reason for it, but she felt as if so had passed out of her life forever It was as if the bubbling youth in her were quenched The outstanding note of her had been the eagerness hich she had run out tofrolad to slip away by herself To the charge that she was in love with this young vagabond she would have given a pronized the syerous

On the fifth day after the Gunnison trip the young people at the Lodge made a party to fish Sunbea along the trail which bordered it Kilmeny and Verinder carried lunch baskets, for they were to make a day of it and return only in tiayety With alacrity she responded to Verinder's challenge of a bet on the relative sizes of their catches But as soon as the rest were out of sight she sat down in a shady spot and fell toshe sat there, a sun-dappled nyh the leaves of the aspens, she had not the least idea The voice of a grizzled rider startled her froriarnished eapons ready to his hands

"Mornin', " And swift on the heels of it, "You are a deputy sheriff, are you not?"

"Rung the bell, lish outfit, I reckon"

She sh I don't knohat an outfit is"

"I mean to Lord What's-his-name's party"

"Yes, I think I do I'm rather sure of it"

"Funny about so the sa for"

"Mr Kilmeny, you mean?"

"Jack Kilmeny! Yes, ma'am"

"He introduced himself to us, but I don't think the name he went by was Kilmeny I was told it was Crumbs"

"That's just a joke His friends call him that because his people are 'way up in G Fine bred--crumbs Get the idea?"

"I think so"

"Caun over there Likely he's some kin to your friends"