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And Jane Withersteen suddenly suffered a paralyzing affront to her consciousness of reverence by soht wherein she saw this Bishop as aprotests of that other self whose poise she had lost It was not her Bishop who eyed her in curious measurement It was ahis hat, who had no greeting for her, who had no semblance of courtesy In looks, as in action, he rained into a corral

She had heard of Bishop Dyer forgetting the minister in the fury of a colance by which she measured him in turn momentarily veiled the divine in the ordinary He looked a rancher; he was booted, spurred, and covered with dust; he carried a gun at his hip, and she recoht of his wrath

"Brother Tull has talked to an "It was your father's wish that you marry Tull, and ive up your friendship with that tramp Venters?"

"No"

"But you'll do as I order!" he thundered "Why, Jane Withersteen, you are in danger of beco a heretic! You can thank your Gentile friends for that You face the da of your soul to perdition"

In the flux and reflux of the whirling torture of Jane'sspirit of hers vanished in the old habitual order of her life She was a Morained ascendance

"It's well I got you in time, Jane Withersteen What would your father have said to these goings-on of yours? He would have put you in a stone cage on bread and water He would have taught you so about Mormonism Remember, you're a born Mormon There have been Mormons who turned heretic--damn their souls!--but no born Mormon ever left us yet Ah, I see your shairl" The Bishop's tone softened "Well, it's enough that I got to you in tis"

"What do you wish to know?" queried Jane

"About thisfor et"

"Is it true what I hear--that he's a gun-man, a Mormon-hater, steeped in blood?"