is
success."

"I know that right well," replied Kate; "but it is hard for him out
there with no one to help him or to encourage him."

Again Mrs. Murray looked at Kate, curiously.

"It must be a terrible place," Kate went on, "especially for one like
Ranald, for he has no mind to let things go. He will do a thing as it
ought to be done, or not at all." Soon after this Kate gave her mind to
her horses, and in a short time headed them for home.

"What a delightful drive we have had," said Mrs. Murray, gratefully, as
Kate took her upstairs to her room.

"I hope I have not worried you with my dismal forebodings," she said,
with a little laugh.

"No, dear," said Mrs. Murray, drawing her face down to the pillow where
Kate had made her lay her head. "I think I understand," she added, in a
whisper.

Then Kate laid her face beside that of her friend and whispered, "Oh,
auntie, it is so hard for him"; but Mrs. Murray stroked her head softly
and said: "There is no fear, Kate; all will be well with him."

Immediately after dinner Kate carried Mrs. Murray with her to her own
room, and after establishing her in all possible comfort, she began to
read extracts from Coley's letters.

"Here is the first, auntie; they are more picturesque than elegant, but
if you knew Coley, you wouldn't mind; you'd be glad to get any letter
from him." So saying Kate turned her back to the window, a position with
the double advantage of allowing the light to fall upon the paper and
the shadow to rest upon her face, and so proceeded to read:

DEAR MISS KATE: We got here--("That is to New Westminster.") last night,
and it is a queer town. The streets run every way, the houses are all
built of wood, and almost none of them are painted. The streets are full
of all sorts of people. I saw lots of Chinamen and Indians. It makes
a feller feel kind o' queer as if he was in some foreign country.
The hotel where we stopped was a pretty good lookin' place. Of course
nothin' like the hotel we stopped at in San Francisco. It was pretty
fine inside, but after supper when the crowd began to come in to the
bar you never saw such a gang in your life! They knew how to sling their
money, I can tell you. And then they begun to yell and cut up. I tell
you it would make the Ward seem like a Sunday school. The Boss, that's
what they call him here, I guess didn't like it much, and I don't think
you would, either. Next morning we went to look at the mills. They are