ved her undoing. He knew
then that whatever her life was, no kindness or sympathy entered it.
Presently she recovered, and sat as before, only whiter of face it
seemed, and with something tragic in her dark eyes. She was growing cold
and still again, aloof, more like those other Mormon women.

"I understand," he said. "I'm not sorry I spoke. I felt your trouble,
whatever it is.... Do not retreat into your cold shell, I beg of you....
Let me trust you with my secret."

He saw her shake out of the cold apathy. She wavered. He felt an
inexplicable sweetness in the power his voice seemed to have upon her.
She bowed her head in acquiescence. And Shefford began his story. Did
she grow still, like stone, or was that only his vivid imagination?
He told her of Venters and Bess--of Lassiter and Jane--of little Fay
Larkin--of the romance, and then the tragedy of Surprise Valley.

"So, when my Church disowned me," he concluded, "I conceived the idea
of wandering into the wilds of Utah to save Fay Larkin from that canyon
prison. It grew to be the best and strongest desire of my life. I think
if I could save her that it would save me. I never loved any girl.
I can't say that I love Fay Larkin. How could I when I've never seen
her--when she's only a dream girl? But I believe if she were to become a
reality--a flesh-and-blood girl--that I would love her."

That was more than Shefford had ever confessed to any one, and it
stirred him to his depths. Mary bent her head on her hands in strange,
stonelike rigidity.

"So here I am in the canyon country," he continued. "Withers tells me
it is a country of rainbows, both in the evanescent air and in the
changeless stone. Always as a boy there had been for me some haunting
promise, some treasure at the foot of the rainbow. I shall expect the
curve of a rainbow to lead me down into Surprise Valley. A dreamer, you
will call me. But I have had strange dreams come true.... Mary, do you
think THIS dream will come true?"

She was silent so long that he repeated his question.

"Only--in heaven," she whispered.

He took her reply strangely and a chill crept over him.

"You think my plan to seek to strive, to find--you think that idle,
vain?"

"I think it noble.... Thank God I've met a man like you!"

"Don't praise me!" he exclaimed, hastily. "Only help me.... Mary, will
you answer a few little questions, if I swear by my honor I'll never
reveal what you tell me?"

"I'll try."

He moist