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But Ellen Jorth's uishable trail on the springy pine needle covering of the ground, and Jean could not find any trace of her

A little futile searching to and fro cooled his i to his horse, he , and soon felt the relief of decision and action Clu it necessary for hiht of the purple basin Every tih which he could see the wild ruggedness and colors and distances, his appreciation of their nature grew on him Arizona from Yuma to the Little Colorado had been to him an endless waste of wind-scoured, sun-blasted barrenness This black-forested rock-rimmed land of untrodden as a world that in itself would satisfy him Some instinct in Jean called for a lonely, wild land, into the fastnesses of which he could roae self that he had always yearned to be but had never been

Every fewconsciousness the flashing face of Ellen Jorth, the way she had looked at his she had said "Reckon I was a fool," he soliloquized, with an acute sense of humiliation "She never sa an to remember the circumstances with a vividness that disturbed and perplexed hiirl in that lonely place ht be out of the ordinary--but it had happened Surprise had made him dull The charm of her appearance, the appeal of her manner, nized that Only at her words, "Oh, I've been kissed before," had his feelings been checked in their heedless progress And the utterance of theht to analyze Soun to defend her even before he was conscious that he had arraigned her before the bar of his judg in him now and he forced himself to listen He wanted, in his hurt pride, to justify his a surrender to a sweet and sentilance he should have recognized in her look, her poise, her voice the quality he called thoroughbred Ragged and stained apparel did not prove her of a coirls of good family; and he reirl irrespective of her present environratified his selfish pride