There has been so much of that tone of talk, sir, that some of our men have resented it." He turned pleasantly to Prudence.
"And you, Miss Prudence, you will be leaving Nauvoo for Springfield, I suppose.

As you go by Carthage, I shall wish to escort you that far myself, to make sure of your safety." The lover turned fiercely, seizing the girl's wrist and drawing her toward him before she could answer.
"Her goal is Zion, not Babylon, sir--remember _that_!" She stepped hastily between them.
"We will talk of that to-morrow, Captain," she said, quickly, and added, "You may leave us now for we have much to do here in making ready for the start." "Until to-morrow morning, then, at eight." He bowed low over the hand she gave him, gracefully saluted the others, and was gone.
[Illustration: "HER GOAL IS ZION, NOT BABYLON, SIR--REMEMBER _THAT_!"].