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Morgana s out her ss, laid it caressingly on the girl's brorist

"You are a dear!"--she , beautiful creature with a heart! That's the trouble--your heart! You've found awhat he perhaps thinks are the s ever put on paper, when they are very likely nothing but rubbish, and it enters into your head that he wantsof the sort! And YOU want to love andandmean?"

Manella drew a quick soft breath

"All the world, surely!" she answered, with emotion--"To love!--to possess the one we love, body and soul!--and to mother a life born of such love!--THAT ana's lips, and her expression beca aniuns and steel-traps! You poor girl! I should like you to come with me out of these mountain solitudes into the world! What is your name?"

"Manella"

"Manella--what?"

"Manella Soriso"--the girl answered--"I am Spanish by both parents,--they are dead noas born at Monterey"

Morgana began to huan to play Come forth to thy death Victor Galbraith"

She broke off,--then said-"You have not seen many men?"

"Oh, yes, I have!" and Manella tossed her head airily--"Men all reedy for dollars, fond of smoke and cinema women,--I do not care for the ana slid off the edge of her bed and stood upright, her white silk nightgown falling syure With a dexterous movement she loosened the knot into which she had twisted her hair for the night, and it fell in a sinuous coil like a golden snake from head to knee Manella stepped back in amazement

"Oh!" she cried--"How beautiful! I have quite as ood And he,--thathe hates so olden hair! How can he hate such a lovely thing!"