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"You'll not look after me I'll take care of myself," she said, and she turned her back upon him She heard him mutter under his breath and slowly move away down the car Then Bo slipped a hand in hers

"Never mind, Nell," she whispered "You knohat old Sheriff Haines said about Harve Riggs 'A four-flush would-be gun-fighter! If he ever strikes a real Western town he'll get run out of it' I just wish ot on this train!"

Helen felt a rush of gladness that she had yielded to Bo's wild importunities to take her West The spirit which had ible at home probably would make her react happily to life out in this free country Yet Helen, with all her warh at her sister

"Your red-faced cowboy! Why, Bo, you were scared stiff And now you claim him!"

"I certainly could love that fellow," replied Bo, drea that about fellows for a long time And you've never looked twice at any of them yet"

"He was different Nell, I'll bet he comes to Pine"

"I hope he does I wish he was on this train I liked his looks, Bo"

"Well, Nell dear, he looked at ME first and last--so don't get your hopes up Oh, the train's starting! Good-by, Albu-ker--what's that awful naot her troubles and the uncertain future, and ith listening to Bo's chatter, and partaking again of the endless good things to eat in the huge basket, and watching the noble mountains, she drew once more into happy mood

The valley of the Rio Grande opened to vieide near at hand in a great gray-green gap between the bare black mountains, narrow in the distance, where the yellow river wound away, glistening under a hot sun Bo squealed in glee at sight of naked little Mexican children that darted into adobe huts as the train clattered by, and she exclais, and particularly in a group of cowboys riding into town on spirited horses Helen saw all Bo pointed out, but it was to the wonderful rolling valley that her gaze clung longest, and to the di fro like that; she had never seen a tenth so far And the sight awoke so hot, as she could tell when she put a hand outside the , and a strong wind blew sheets of dry dust at the train She gathered at once what tremendous factors in the Southere the sun and the dust and the wind And her realization made her love them It was there; the open, the wild, the beautiful, the lonely land; and she felt the poignant call of blood in her--to seek, to strive, to find, to live One look down that yellow valley, endless between its dark iron ra of her uncle She must be like him in spirit, as it was claimed she resembled him otherwise