itizens, which is enough. It is the same in other positions,
even in Parliament."

"Here comes Mrs. Latimer." Miss Blair rose and advanced to meet her
friend. "I see by your eyes, Eva," she said gaily, "that I have to
placate you for monopolizing all the men in sight."

Mrs. Latimer laughed, and the circle widened to admit her.

"You are talking of politics," she accused, lazily. "Either that or of
Fort Macleod."

"Madam," the doctor affected remorse, "we were talking of politics. But
when you burst upon our enchanted vision, as beautiful as when you
dazzled us sixteen----"

"Oh, don't!" shuddered Eva. "Why--why will men be so exact as to dates?
Why not say 'some years ago'?" She looked around rebelliously. "I will
not grow old, even if you, dear doctor, have silvery hair, and Arthur's
is growing thin, and Mr. Blair--well, I'll admit the years have dealt
kindly with Charlie and Mr. Danvers."

"And with you, dear," added her husband, loyally.

"How do you like my gown?" asked Eva, turning to Miss Blair as the men
began to talk of other subjects.

"It's lovely! You are so artistic! It must please your husband to have
you so perfectly gowned."

"Oh, Arthur--as for one's husband, I simply can't imagine dressing for
one man."

"I can," breathed the girl, her thoughts afield. But the sentiment was
lost upon Eva.

"If I lived nine miles from nowhere I would dress and walk among the cow
corrals or on the range for the cowboys--if there were no other men to
admire me!"

"You say such dreadful things," Winifred answered, gently, "but I know
you do not mean them."

"But I do!" wilfully.

"I have grown away from the East," the doctor was saying, when the
ladies again listened. "I want more room than the crowded cities can
give.

"'Room, room to turn 'round in,
To breathe and be free.'

"I fancy the Puritans wanted physical as well as religious freedom, if
the truth were known." He mused; then suddenly:

"How can you make one who has never experienced it _feel the West_?"

"You can't," laughed Latimer. "I tried once, but my companion looked
bored, and I stopped. 'Oh, go on,' he said, politely; '_you_ are
interested!'"

When the merriment had subsided, Eva exclaimed:

"I'm sick and tired of the West! I want to live in New York, Washington,
abroad--anywhere but Montana!"

"I wish that we might, dear," said the judge, patiently; "perhaps we can
some day."

"By the way," remarked Eva, her thoughts f