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Lassiter and Jane were left alone

Then, if there were anything that a good woman could do to win awhich escaped the natural subtlety of a woman deterreat, was soon satisfied with Lassiter's silent admiration And her honest desire to lead him from his dark, blood-stained path would never have blinded her to what she owed herself But the driving passion of her religion, and its call to save Mormons' lives, one life in particular, bore Jane Withersteen close to an infringe she had reasoned that her appeal to Lassiter h the senses With whatever means she possessed in the way of adornment she enhanced her beauty And she stooped to artifices that she kneere unworthy of her, but which she deliberately chose to eirl in every variable ht be desirable In those h natural flirt She kept close to him whenever opportunity afforded; and she was forever playfully, yet passionately underneath the surface, fighting hiuns These he would never yield to her And so in thatin contact The reater the advantage she took

She had a trick of changing--and it was not altogether voluntary--froirlish coquettishness to the silence and the brooding, burning th and passion and fire of her were in her eyes, and she so used the prouise of a wilful girl

The July days flew by Jane reasoned that if it were possible for her to be happy during such a ti aching void in her heart In fettering the hands of this Lassiter she was accoood even in a small way rendered happiness to Jane Withersteen She had attended the regular Sunday services of her church; otherwise she had not gone to the village for weeks It was unusual that none of her churchlect for which she was glad Judkins and his boy riders had experienced no difficulty in driving the white herd So these warm July days were free of worry, and soon Jane hoped she had passed the crisis; and for her to hope was presently to trust, and then to believe She thought often of Venters, but in a drea with little Fay And the activity of her iven her will seeht line The mood came to obsess her