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In the shade of a wide, low, vine-roofed porch Jane found Brandt's wives entertaining Bishop Dyer They were es, and plain-featured, and just at this rave The Bishop was rather tall, of stout build, with iron-gray hair and beard, and eyes of light blue They were merry now; but Jane had seen them when they were not, and then she feared him as she had feared her father

The wohter of Withersteen," said the Bishop, gaily, as he took her hand, "you have not been prodigal of your gracious self of late

A Sabbath without you at service! I shall reprove Elder Tull"

"Bishop, the guilt is htly; but she felt the undercurrent of her words

"Mor his hands

"Tull keeps you all to hi me"

"What? The laggard! If he does nothter and further bantering by the Bishop, and then e affairs, after which he took his leave, and Jane was left with her friend, Mary Brandt

"Jane, you're not yourself Are you sad about the rustling of the cattle? But you have soback her doubts of fear

"Oh, why don't you marry Tull and be one of us?

"But, Mary, I don't love Tull," said Jane, stubbornly

"I don't blaot to choose between the love of man and love of God Often we Mormon women have to do that It's not easy The kind of happiness you want I wanted once I never got it, nor will you, unless you throay your soul We've all watched your affair with Venters in fear and tre will coed or shot--or treated worse, as that Gentile boy was treated in Glaze for fooling round a Mormon woman Marry Tull It's your duty as a Mormon You'll feel no rapture as his wife--but think of Heaven! Mormon women don't marry for what they expect on earth Take up the cross, Jane Re, built these old houses, brought Morhter of Withersteen!"

Jane left Mary Brandt and went to call upon other friends They received her with the salad welcome as had Mary, lavished upon her the pent-up affection of Mor of Tull, Venters, Lassiter, of duty to God and glory in Heaven