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"How old are you, really, Molly?"

"I am just over nineteen, sir"

"You are wise for that; you are old"

"Yes--since we started for Oregon"

He sat in sullen silence for a long tie jealousy

"You ade, traitor and thief, Will Banion!

Tell me, isn't that it?"

"Yes, that's true I'm older now I know more"

"And you'll e? Is

that it?"

"I'll never ht I loved you"

"But you do love hiht through the mist of her

tears

"Sam, if you really loved entle and good that there'd no longer be any place in my heart

for any other sort of love, so I'd learn to think that our love was the

only sort in the world? Wouldn't you take your chance andthat it must be in nature that a woman can love more than

one e broader and