ther with the joy
of complete absorption, a third with the excitement incident upon an
entire change of environment. Clara Lawton's sweet nature prompted only
tender thoughts of the parents she was leaving, strong love for the man
who was to be her husband and the desire to be a true wife and make
their union a happy one.

CHAPTER II.

RANCH TALK.

The road going north from the beautiful little city of Roseland to the
mountains is known as the Walnut road. Six miles from Roseland, on the
Walnut road, is "Treelawn," the home of Charles Herne. A modern
two-story house is built well back from the road, and between the house
and road are lawns decorated with flower-beds, some tall oleanders,
several banana plants, and choice varieties of roses, vines, and
shrubbery. On one side of the house there is a thriving orange and lemon
orchard; on the other fig, almond, and walnut trees; while back of the
house are other extensive orchards of the finest fruits. The house is
very comfortably furnished, much better than most houses in the country;
its arrangement being very convenient and modern.

Charles Herne, the owner of this property was, at the time our story
opens, a young man of twenty-eight, tall, well built, with a pleasant
open countenance which was a true index of his character. He always
looked closely after his business interests, but at the same time
allowed his generous, kindly spirit full scope.

When Charles was eighteen his father thought it would be well for him to
go out to work a year or so on other ranches, that he might gain more by
experience, get more ideas and know what it was to depend on himself and
make his own way in the world. After an absence of two years, came the
welcome summons home. On the evening of his return, when Charles and Mr.
Herne were seated comfortably on the porch, the father said:

"Well, Charles, relate some of your experiences while working on
different ranches."

"Though I did not speak of it in my letters, father," said Charles, "I
have had a pretty tough time of it since I left home."

"I thought so," said his father, "and I wish you had written
particulars."

"I should have done so," replied Charles, "but I wanted to see if there
was any sand in me and what staying qualities I possessed. Well, the
first job I struck was at the Funson ranch, driving a six-mule team
plowing. The leaders were the most contrary animals that ever had
harness on, the swings never wou