What a fine, big chap he is, isn't he ?" Then, as she studied the distant horseman, a puzzled expression came over her face.

"Why, Kitty!" she said in a low tone, so that the men who were talking did not hear.

"Do you know, that man somehow reminds me"-- she hesitated and lowered the glasses to look at her companion with half-amused, half-embarrassed eyes--"he reminds me of Lawrence Knight." Kitty's brown, fun-loving eyes glowed with mischief.

"Really, Mrs.
Manning, I am ashamed of you.

Before the honeymoon has waned, your thoughts, with no better excuse than the appearance of a poor cow-puncher, go back to the captivating charms of your old millionaire lover.