ut of her wits and send her off to
Kalamazoo on the next train."

Pierre evidently resented the fashion of this speech. "I'm sorry," he
said with dignity, "not to be able to tell you anything. I'll be
careful not to frighten Miss West. I can see her first from a distance
an' then--"

"Certainly. Certainly."

Jasper rang and directed his man to get an envelope from an upstairs
table. When it came, he handed it to Pierre.

"That is a ticket for to-morrow night's performance. It's the best
seat I can give you, though it is not very near the stage. However,
you will certainly be able to recognize your--Jane, if she is your
Jane."

Pierre pocketed the ticket. "Thank you," he murmured. His face was
expressionless.

Jasper was making rapid plans. "Oh, by the way," he said hurriedly,
"if you should stand near the stage exit to-night, say at about twelve
o'clock, you could see Miss West come out and get into her motor. That
would give you a fairly close view. But even if you find you are
mistaken, Landis, be sure to see 'The Leopardess.' It's well worth
your while. You're going? Won't you dine with me to-night?"

"No, thank you. I wouldn't be carin' to to-night. I--I reckon I've got
this matter too much on my mind. Thank you very much, Mr. Morena."

"Before you go, tell me about Holliwell. He was a good friend of
mine."

"He was a good friend to most every one he knowed. He was more than
that to me."

"Then he's been a success out there?"

Pierre meditated over the words. "Success? Why, yes, I reckon he's
been all of that."

"A difficult mission, isn't it? Trying to bring you fellows to God?"

Pierre smiled. "I reckon we get closer to God out there than you do
here. We sure get the fear of Him even if we don't get nothin' else.
When you fight winter an' all outdoors an' come near to death with
hosses an' what-not, why, I guess you're gettin' close to _somethin'_
not quite to be explained. Holliwell, he's a first-class sin-buster,
best I ever knowed."

Morena laughed. He was beginning to enjoy his visitor. "Sin-buster?"

"That's one name fer a parson. Well, sir, I guess Holliwell is plumb
close to bein' a prize devil-twister."

"Tell me how you first met him. It ought to be a good story."

But the young man's face grew bleak at this. "It ain't a good story,
sir," he said grimly. "It ain't anything like that. I must wish you
good-by, an' thank you kindly."

"But you'll let me see you again? Where are you s