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in her pure respect and friendship for Bailey.

He came in cheerily, his hearty voice ringing with health and good-will.
He took her hand in his with a quick, strong grip, and the light of his
brown eyes brought a glow to her heart.

"I've come over to see if you don't want to go to the city to-morrow?
I've got Joe Pease to stay in the store, and so I thought I'd take an
outing."

Burke looked at his wife; she replied, eagerly:

"I should like to go, Mr. Bailey, very much. Our old team is so feeble
we daren't drive so far. I'm afraid every time old Dick stumbles he'll
fall down on the road."

"We'll have to get back to-morrow night," Burke said.

"Oh, we'll do that all right," replied Bailey.

As she planned the trip with tremulous eagerness, Bailey studied her.
She was paler than he had ever seen her, and more refined and
thoughtful, scarcely recognizable as the high-colored, powerful woman
for whom he had helped build the shanty in March. There were times now
when it seemed as if she were appealing to him, and his heart ached
with undefined sorrow as he looked about her prison-like home.

For half an hour she chatted with something of her old-time vivacity,
but when he went out her face resumed its gloomy lines, and she silenced
her husband with a glance when he attempted to keep up the cheerful
conversation.

The next morning, as she was dressing, she turned sick and faint for a
moment. Her breath seemed to fail her, and she sat down, dizzy and weak.
She was alone, but the red blood came swelling back into her face as she
waited.

She grew better soon, and rose and went about her work. Then the
excitement and pleasure of her trip, the expectation of meeting Rivers,
helped her to put her weakness away.

Bailey called for the Clayton girls, who were making their monthly visit
to their claim, and Mrs. Burke, seeing the shine of a lover's joy in
Bailey's face, and the clear, unwavering trust of a pure, good girl in
Estelle's gray eyes, fell silent, and the shadow of her own sorrow came
back upon her face.

The ride seemed short, and the town at the end wondrously exciting.
Rivers met them at the hotel, and insisted on their being his guests
during their stay. They had a jolly supper together, after which they
all went to the little town-hall to see a play. Blanche sat beside
Rivers, and as she laughed at Si Peasley and his misadventures in the
city she was girlishly happy. It was not very much of an en