When all was settled she took a seat beside Harold one day when they were alone and laying one strong, warm hand on his thin, white arm, she said: "Harold, the doctor says you can be moved from here, and so--you must give me the right to take you home with me." There was a piercing pathos in his wan smile as he replied, "All right, you're the boss.

It's a pretty hard come down, though.

I thought once I'd come back after you in a private car.

If you stand by me I may be a cattle king yet.

There's a whole lot of fight in me still--you watch me and see." The next day he was moved to a private hotel on the north side, and Mary breathed a sigh of deep relief as she saw him sink back into his soft bed in a clean and sunny room.