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My unjust suspicions, then, cannot influence you, or injure the person to whom they refer. "This letter you will receive from Mr. Faxon, to whom I recommend you for counsel and consolation in every trial. "And now, my child, I must bid you farewell. I feel my end approaching. May God forever bless and preserve you! "Your dying father,

Rainer raised his fur collar with a careless gesture. "It's not that that does it the cold's good for me." "And it's not the dinners and dances? What is it, then?" Faxon good-humoredly insisted; to which his companion answered with a laugh: "Well, my uncle says it's being bored; and I rather think he's right!"

Young Rainer went on to confess that he was extremely fond of dining out, dancing and similar distractions; and Faxon, listening to him, was inclined to think that the physician who had refused to cut him off altogether from these pleasures was probably a better psychologist than his seniors. "All the same you ought to be careful, you know."

The flowers themselves, their quality, selection and arrangement, attested on some one's part and on whose but John Lavington's? a solicitous and sensitive passion for that particular form of beauty. Well, it simply made the man, as he had appeared to Faxon, all the harder to understand!

"The more witnesses the better, especially if they be friends." "But wait till I tell you who they are." "Excuse me, Mr. Faxon, I must not tarry longer. I will meet them at the mansion." "What devil's here, dragging the dead to life, To overthrow me?" "Who art thou? Speak! speak!" "The features all are changed, But the voice grows familiar on my ears." Jaspar Dumont was seated in the library.

A delay in the arrival of the New York train lengthened their five minutes to fifteen; and as they paced the icy platform Faxon began to see why it had seemed the most natural thing in the world to accede to his new acquaintance's suggestion. It was because Frank Rainer was one of the privileged beings who simplify human intercourse by the atmosphere of confidence and good humour they diffuse.

A party was sent from camp to inspect the mission, but returned without making any important discoveries. Our horses are so weak that many of them are unable to carry their saddles, and were left on the road as usual. A man had his leg broken on the march to-day, by the kick of a mule. He was sent back to the rancho of Mr. Faxon. Distance 15 miles. December 22. Clear and pleasant.

Apparently the only shade that had ever rested on him was cast by the physical weakness which Faxon had already detected. Young Rainer had been threatened with tuberculosis, and the disease was so far advanced that, according to the highest authorities, banishment to Arizona or New Mexico was inevitable.

Ynes Mountain, and, passing the mission by that name, reached the rancho of Mr. Faxon after dark, where we halted for the night. Around the mission of St. Ynes I noticed, as we passed, immense quantities of cattle bones thickly strewn in all directions.

Other building there was none: the village lay far down the road, and thither since the Weymore sleigh had not come Faxon saw himself under the immediate necessity of plodding through several feet of snow. He understood well enough what had happened at Weymore: his hostess had forgotten that he was coming.