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'Lost' was the report The child was stolen, I know that So do you That wrecked Milly Erne But she lived on in hope She becaet back her child She never heard of it again Then she sankI can see her now, a frail thing, so transparent you could alh her--white like ashes--and her eyes!Her eyes have always haunted me She had one real friend--Jane Withersteen But Jane couldn't mend a broken heart, and Milly died"

For moments Lassiter did not speak, or turn his head

"The man!" he exclaihtest idea who the Mormon was," replied Venters; "nor has any Gentile in Cottonwoods"

"Does Jane Withersteen know?"

"Yes But a red-hot running-iron couldn't burn that name out of her!"

Without further speech Lassiter started off, walking his horse and Venters folloith his dogs Half a rowth of s, and soon careen velvet The rushing of water and singing of birds filled their ears Venters led his co It was afroered there to drink again He made no comment, but Venters did not need words Next to his horse a rider of the sage loved a spring And this spring was the most beautiful and remarkable known to the upland riders of southern Utah It was the spring that hter to return the toll which her father had exacted froushed forth in a swirling torrent, and leaped down joyously toa -skirted channel

Moss and ferns and lilies overhung its green banks Except for the rough-hewn stones that held and directed the water, thisthicket and glade had been left as nature had made it

Beloere artificial lakes, three in number, one above the other in banks of raised earth, and round about theed shafts of poplar trees Ducks dotted the glassy surface of the lakes; a blue heron stoodflight along the shady banks; a white hawk sailed above; and fro of robins and cat-birds It was all in strange contrast to the endless slopes of lonely sage and the wild rock environs beyond Venters thought of the woreen of the leaves and the murmur of the water