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stripes of which could be traced be. tween the frowning canyon walls by the glint and slvery sheen. seemed closer by half: while the San Francisco mountains, nearly 100 miles away, Sra- nearly one hundred miles away. gra- ciously transported themselves within easy focus. High up on the opposite rim of the Grand canyon were open, | sun-flecked woods inhabited by tower ing l.ines. majesticaily guarding the peerless wonders.
 This canyon country is a world of magic, and Vahatha felt the spell as she climbed down the narrow trail. She reveled in this swimming of space. It liberated the immagination and it | scared, Each spar and minaret and cu- pola and heaven piercing steeple were dolls to love and clothe. Vast cathe- drals of natures wonderful mosaic masonry were pewed and pulpited and peopled. There were numerous smaller churches for the poor, and they were thronged every day, for Vahatha was a devout worshipper And then there were mosques and altars and isolated pulplts. and fairy grottos for sweet faced Virgins, and then there were nu- merous crosses, with the blessed Sa vior nailed to each, so nearly hidden in soft, roseate halos as to seem a sweet dream, real or unreal, visible or in- visible, according to ones mood or rev. erence
 Hundreds of feet below where she now stood, wound. between banks of tangled wildwood the crystal cata- l rdct in s6rpentine grace. She could | catch faintly it's tintinnabulatilns as 1t hurtled over lazy pebbles. In its depths were mirrored accurate etchings of tree and castle-crag in water-carvcn | mimicry.
 The trail degc nded to the stream so narrow as to afford scant foot-room. It was bordered on enc side by a yawn- ing precipice, sheer and ravenous; on the other by jealous. protesting bluffs, | drowning ominous'y, and carrying their | bitter denunciat!ons almost to the | throne of God
 | Reaching the foot of the trail that terminated in a slab If rock-'water- sculptored and canopied for lovers bower she turned to the right and pro- ceeded up a narrow side canyon. where nature had hid in juggling mood its l golden eggs.
 | Lighting a Canlle at the mouth of the tunnel she started in, following the sound of pick and shovel. She found her father ghoulishly borrowing some ! four hundred feet distant l His bronZed face lighted with pleas 1 ure as he perceived the welcome in 1 truder
 "Is 1t a raven with food or a devour- ing wolf? Advance and give the coun- torsigr. he said, playfully.
 She seemed to know the sign, for she advarced and kissed him.
 Neither. father; just a lonely or 1 phan seeking consolation
 You are welcome as mama from heaven in any mood. daughter mine; but what is the trou5le?'
 "I am troubled about Jack. father. | You know he was here yesterday, and his talk frightened me. I have beer miserable ever since" Her eyes were brimming.
 What could Jack say to hurt you so? I have always cousidered him the very essence Of dciicacy and honor"
 And so he is, father" She would allow no one else to insinuate anything against him. But he did not seem himself yesterday. You know l adore him. not for his beauty, though he is as handsome as a man can be (proud- ly), but for his reverence ard thought full way of looking at things"
 Yes. that is his chief charm"
 But yesterday he was unnatural and-and-even trifle--llippant He said so many frivolous things and and-O. I'm dreadfully afraid he is run ming away from the good.
 That cannot be. I think" answered Mir. Graham, soothingly. ''The lad never seemed to be of the vacillating sort. He would be the last person in the world to back-slide, in my opin- ion."
 There" she cried triumphantly to some invisible tormenter l was al most sure my fears We're groundless. but they harIied me so remorselessly. He appeared different because of his long absence and sickness. He had SO much to tell me- and l am thinking I was not so kind as I should have been"
 But see what he brought mel" She held up the ring, which scintillated piercingly in the blackness that was scarcely bayed by the struggling can dles.
 "Ah, my little ewe-lamb will soon be leaving the old bell weather now. When are you to wed, dear?"
 Jack did net tell me yesterday Though soon, think. But your little ewe-lamb is not to leave the old sheep. The dear old fellow must go with her to keep her from the wolves"
 That cannot be, dear daughter. l have my mission, you know"
 But father, are you sure 1t Is your mission to go out among these care less, reckless cowboys, Indians and miners? They are so thoughtless. fear they won't care for your preach Ing
 But I am not going to preach. my | daughter. l don't like the word. There is too much preaching at people. The Master came to minister unto, not to be cuddled And am l better than ! He? This morning as I was coming to the mine there was suddenly a great light around about me. The light was dazzlingly white, benightening the sun, and was blind. And I heard a voice, strangely familiar. saying:
 Many are called but few chosen.
 And 1 wondered sore afraid, and spoke not for a little space, but tried to open my eyes to glimpse the unwomed ~l0res
 And the voice said: