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"If by some means I can keep him here a few days, a week--he will never kill another Mormon," she mused "Lassiter!I shudder when I think of that naet who he is--I almost like him I remember only that he saved Bern He has suffered I wonder what it was--did he love a Mormon woman once? How splendidly he championed us poor misunderstood souls! Souests and bade the her woman, she waited upon thee coed and half-starved Venters; and though blind eyes could have seen what he counted for in the suiance had made hied by Tull On her left sat black-leather-garbed Lassiter looking like a er was not with him, nor composure, nor speech, and when he twisted in frequent unquiet ainst the table-legs If it had been otherwise possible to forget the presence of Lassiter those telling little jars would have rendered it unlikely And Jane Withersteen talked and s play of lips and eyes that a beautiful, daring woman could summon to her purpose

When the meal ended, and the men pushed back their chairs, she leaned closer to Lassiter and looked square into his eyes

"Why did you come to Cottonwoods?"

Her question seemed to break a spell The rider arose as if he had just reer than his wont

"Ma'am, I have hunted all over the southern Utah and Nevada for-soh your name I learned where to find it--here in Cottonwoods"

"My name! Oh, I remember You did know my name when you spoke first Well, tell e--Glaze, I think it's called--some fifty miles or more west of here An' I heard it from a Gentile, a rider who said you'd knohere to tell me to find--"

"What?" she derave," he answered low, and the words caard Lassiter in amazement, and Jane slowly raised herself in white, still wonder

"Milly Erne's grave?" she echoed, in a whisper "What do you know of Milly Erne, my best-beloved friend--who died in my arms? What were you to her?"