mation Service can't handle. We'll do it."

"Roger has talked of Asia Minor," said Dick, with twinkling eyes.

"Well, we'll tackle that later," replied Papa dreamily. "America is a
good field. Dean, are you coming in with us?"

"Thanks," returned the Dean. "But Ernest and I have another job,
fighting _furor Teutonicus_ up at the university. But I'll be on hand
for such advice as I can give."

"I think," Papa went on after a brisk nod, "we'll spend a month or so
down here, Mamma and I. Ernest, you can go on up and open the house and
we'll be back after Christmas. If all works well, I'll have to spend a
part of each year down here. Dick, can't you get those Indians you talk
of to build Mamma and Ernie and me a little house, near by? Then you
and Elsa can have this and Charley and Roger must build them a little
nest somewhere. And we all are fixed, see!"

There was a little pause, then Elsa ran across the room and threw
herself in her father's arms. "Oh, Papa! Papa! I never knew what a saint
you were until now."

Papa Wolf smoothed Elsa's hair tenderly. "I still think you are a fool,
Elschen. But if your mother and I are down here to watch closely--the
very first time, sir," he glared at Dick, "that I find--"

"You won't have to do anything, Mr. Wolf," said Dick. "I'll cut my
throat."

"Don't talk silly," exclaimed Papa. "Just try to be a good boy and we'll
help. Of course, I think Elsa is a fool but I thought Ernest was one and
now look!"

The Dean slipped out, unobserved and a moment later Charley whispered to
Roger,

"Let's get out and let Dick have his chance to clear everything up."

And so Roger and Charley found themselves alone, under the stars.

"I just can't realize it, at all, can you, Roger dearest?" asked
Charley.

Roger did not answer for a moment. They were standing beside the corral,
looking toward the shadowy mountainside where lay Felicia's grave.

"I wish I could believe she saw and knew everything," he said, brokenly.
Then as Charley said nothing, he turned and took her in his arms with a
sudden passion that found expression in hot kisses and half broken
sentences.

"Oh, Charley! Charley! After all I'm not a failure. I am--Darling, you
do love me, you are sure of that--! How beautiful you are! How
beautiful! You are as lovely as the desert. God, Charley, but I'm
happy!"

Charley, clinging to him speechlessly, finally raised her head, and
looked with Roger across the desert night of