ng frontiersman, but dressed in white,
wearing a wreath of beaten gold leaves, the laurel crown. He was a
Greek warrior, and it seemed to me that I, too, wore the Grecian dress,
a milk-white peplum. We were walking side by side along a beach between
the cliffs and the sea. He stopped, looking seaward, his bronzed face
set with an anxiety, which as he watched, became fear. He clasped me in
his arms, and then I saw that out of the distance of the sea, came a
wave, rushing straight at us, a monstrous tidal wave with curved and
glassy front, crowned with a creaming surf of high-flung diamond. The
cliff barred all escape, and we stood waiting, locked in each other's
arms, commending our spirits to the gods--

My eyes broke through the vision, for Jesse, the real Jesse of this
present life, shook me, imploring me to rouse myself. He says I woke up
shouting "Zeus! Zeus!" He lifted me in his arms and carried me.

Of course I was hysterical, being overwrought, and the very thought is
nonsense that in some past life thousands of years ago, Jesse and I were
lovers. That night and for three weeks afterward, I lay delirious. At
the ferryman's cabin he made me a bed of pine boughs, until my household
stuff and the Chinese servant could be brought down from the ranch. He
sent Surly Brown to bring Doctor McGee, and the Widow O'Flynn as my
nurse, while her son Billy was hired to do his pack-train work. From
that time onward the pack outfit carried cargoes of ore from the mine,
and loads from Hundred Mile House of every comfort and luxury which
money could buy for me. Jesse bought tents, which he set up beside the
cabin, one for my servant, the other for Brown and himself, besides such
travelers as from time to time stayed over night at the ferry. When I
got well, I found that Jesse had spent the savings of years, and had not
a dollar left.

The widow nursed me by day, Jesse by night, and after one attempt by
Mrs. O'Flynn, it was he who dressed my foot. In his hands he had the
delicate strength of a trained surgeon, but also something more, that
sympathetic touch which charms away pain, bringing ease to the mind as
well as to the body. "'Tisn't," said he, "as if you kicked me out of the
stable every time I laid a hand on yo' pastern. That Jones, when she
hurt her foot, just kicked me black and blue."

When at last I crept out of doors to bask in the autumn sunlight, the
cotton woods and aspens were changed to lemon, the sumac to crims