fellers, you don't deserve it; but I'm goin' to treat you fair.
I know you feel Sunday pretty slow, and I'll try to make it better for
you; but I want you to know that I won't have any more row in this
camp, and I won't have any man here that can't behave himself. To-morrow
morning, YOU,' pointin' at the foreman, 'and you, Billie,' and YOU,
pointin' at another chap, leave the camp, and they did too, though they
begged and prayed to let 'em stay, and by next Sunday we had a lot
of papers and books, with pictures in 'em, and a bang-up dinner, and
everything went nice. I am likin' it fine. I'm time-keeper, and look
after the store; but I drive the team too every chance I get, and I'd
ruther do that a long way. But many a night I tell you when the Boss and
me is alone we talk about you and the Institute fellers, and the Boss--"

"Well, that's all," said Kate, "but isn't it terrible? Aren't they
dreadful?"

"Poor fellows," said Mrs. Murray; "it's a very hard life for them."

"But isn't it awful, auntie? They might kill him," said Kate.

"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Murray, in a soothing voice, "but it sounds worse
to us perhaps than it is."

Mrs. Murray had not lived in the Indian Lands for nothing.

"Oh, if anything should happen to him?" said Kate, with sudden
agitation.

"We must just trust him to the great Keeper," said Mrs. Murray, quietly,
"in Whose keeping all are safe whether there or here."

Then going to her valise, she took out a letter and handed it to Kate,
saying: "That's his last to me. You can look at it, Kate."

Kate took the letter and put it in her desk. "I think, perhaps, we had
better go down now," she said; "I expect Colonel Thorp has come. I think
you will like him. He seems a little rough, but he is a gentleman, and
has a true heart," and they went downstairs.

It is the mark of a gentleman to know his kind. He has an instinct
for what is fine and offers ready homage to what is worthy. Any one
observing Colonel Thorp's manner of receiving Mrs. Murray would have
known him at once for a gentleman, for when that little lady came into
the drawing-room, dressed in her decent silk gown, with soft white lace
at her throat, bearing herself with sweet dignity, and stepping with
dainty grace on her toes, after the manner of the fine ladies of the
old school, and not after the flat-footed, heel-first modern style, the
colonel abandoned his usual careless manner and rose and stood rigidly
at attention.