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tertainment, but in contrast with life in a sod shanty it was all very exciting for her. "Oh, I wish we could live in town this winter!" she sighed in Rivers' ear. "You can," he answered, with significant inflection. Altogether, the evening was one of deep pleasure for Blanche. She enjoyed the companionship of the Clayton girls, who had never been so friendly and sympathetic with her before. They invited her to spend the night with them, which pleased her very much, and they all sat up till one o'clock, talking upon all sorts of tremendously interesting feminine subjects. Next morning Estelle went with her while she did a little shopping--pitifully little, for she only had a dollar or two to spend--while Bailey loaded up his team. At last, and all too soon, her outing ended, and she faced the west with heavy heart. Poor Willard also felt the menace of the desolate, wild prairie, but he had no conception of the tumult of regret and despair which filled his wife's mind as she climbed into the wagon for their return journey. She was like a prisoner whose parole had ended. The Clayton girls said good-bye with pity in their voices, and Rivers sought opportunity to say, privately: "I hate to see you back out there on the border. If you need anything, let me know." "All aboard!" called Bailey, as he took his reins in hand. A bitter blast and a gray sky confronted them as they drove out of the town, and not even Bailey's abounding vitality and good-humor could keep Blanche from sinking back into gloomy silence. The wind was keen, strong, prophetic of the snows which were already gathering far in the north, and the journey seemed endless; and when late in the afternoon they drew up before the squat, low hovel in which she was to spend a long and desolate winter, Blanche was shivering violently, and so depressed that she could not coherently thank the kindly young fellow who had afforded her this brief respite from her care. She staggered into the house, so stiff she could scarcely walk, and sank into a chair to sob out her loneliness and despair, while Willard pottered about building a fire on their icy hearth. Willard Burke had a question to ask, and that night, as they were sitting at their poor little table, he plucked up courage to begin: "Blanche, I want to ask you something--that is, I've been kind o' noticin' you--" Here he paused, intending to be sly and suggestive. "Seems to me this climate ain't
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