rried," said I.

"Well--no more was I. Let's go to bed." And Lin shook my hand, and gave
me a singular, rather melancholy smile.

At Salt Lake City, which Ogden was glad to include in his Western
holiday, we found both Mormon and Gentile ready to give us odds against
rain--only I noticed that those of the true faith were less free.
Indeed; the Mormon, the Quaker, and most sects of an isolated doctrine
have a nice prudence in money. During our brief stay we visited the
sights: floating in the lake, listening to pins drop in the gallery of
the Tabernacle, seeing frescos of saints in robes speaking from heaven
to Joseph Smith in the Sunday clothes of a modern farm-hand, and in
the street we heard at a distance a strenuous domestic talk between the
new--or perhaps I should say the original--husband and wife.

"She's corralled Sidney's cash!" said the delighted Lin. "He can't bet
nothing on this shower."

And then, after all, this time--it didn't rain!

Stripped of money both ways, Cheyenne, having most fortunately purchased
a return ticket, sought its home. The perplexed rain-maker went
somewhere else, without his assistant. Lusk's exulting wife, having the
money, retained him with her.

"Good luck to yu', Sidney!" said Lin, speaking to him for the first time
since Cheyenne. "I feel a heap better since I've saw yu' married." He
paid no attention to the biscuit-shooter, or the horrible language that
she threw after him.

Jode also felt "a heap better." Legitimate science had triumphed.
To-day, most of Cheyenne believes with Jode that it was all a
coincidence. South Carolina had bet on her principles, and won from Lin
the few dollars that I had lent the puncher.

"And what will you do now?" I said to Lin.

"Join the beef round-up. Balaam's payin' forty dollars. I guess that'll
keep a single man."

A JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF CHRISTMAS

The Governor descended the steps of the Capitol slowly and with pauses,
lifting a list frequently to his eye. He had intermittently pencilled
it between stages of the forenoon's public business, and his gait grew
absent as he recurred now to his jottings in their accumulation, with
a slight pain at their number, and the definite fear that they would be
more in seasons to come. They were the names of his friends' children
to whom his excellent heart moved him to give Christmas presents. He had
put off this regenerating evil until the latest day, as was his custom,
and now he was set