Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-10

taken off, and book, to which she had clung unconsciously through all the con- fusion. None of her belongings were touched or looked at.
 "The Pine Valley coach will be along before morning. We can only say we are sorry for the blunder," and with courteous gesture of farewell to Helen, the party rode away.
 Both leaders lay dead in their tracks. Clearly there was nothing to do but to wait for the Pine Valley coach. Helen was made comfortable with shawls and wraps on q bed of pine boughs, and fell asleep quietly under the stars. She did not wake even when the coach came up.
 'Now, Helen," voice said, and she opened her eyes to find Harry standing beside her, and with him a tall figure dark in the starlight.
 Another road agent?" she said, half asleep.
 Harry laughed. eve don't know what he may develop into. At present he is Frank Bronson"
 Helen rose to her feet, broad awake at once.
 You've had stirring introduction to your new ife," & pleasant voice said, land popular report makes you out heroine"
 Helen flushed a Little resentfully. He might have been talking to a girl of six teen in that voice of easy patronage. She was silent. Harry, used to that pe- culiarity, did not notice.
 Frank Bronson began again: "I'm afraid you'll be einconveniently crowded, Miss Tryon."
 'I beg your pardon" in her slow, cold way. "I am Mrs. Morse." They came out just then into the glare of the lamps. Bronson looked at her curiously.
 ''Harry did not tell me-" he said, with sudden air of constrained bashfulness. At the journeys end the passenger whose poclSet-book she had saved took Q great solitaire diamond off his littl. finger "A memento, madam, simply a 1 memento. The ring was in the wallet You saved me fifteen thousand dollars last night by your presence of mind." 1 She would not take 1t, but few weeks later there came to her through the post-office the stone reset in another ring heavy enough for an armlet. She smiled, slipping 1t over her slender finger Then she met Bronson's eyes watching her.
 "My good deeds pursue me. am the 1 heroine of Pine Gulch.' Would you have suspected it2 And there is no ad- dress" She dropped the ring into his hand and walked away.
 They were settled now in their new home. A very sketchy sort of home il was, but enough for the needs of a eli mate where house is not needed much more or much oftener than an umbrella They had camped with the luxuries o1 wall tents, while the young men dit their own building. A sitting-room, two sleeping-rooms and a kitchen-that was all; and the canvas of the tents made 1 an awning under which . hammocl might be swung. The new pine boards were aromatic in the hot sunshine; tho conventional requirements of living were reduced to their very simplest form.
 It was a solitary enough life for { woman. One of Harry's experiments gang of Chinese workers had been de tailed to kitchen duties, and the peace of the house was profound. But Heller liked it. Dreamy and silent she wa! still, but somehow little by little sh' seemed to come back toward human sympathies and interests. Half un consciously her black garments wer' laid aside as oppressive in the heat O the long, bright days. The young mel coming home at night found a white draped presence awaiting them. Harr. thought without spoken comment tha something of her girlhood as he remem bered her was coming back into he face and into the rounding outlines O