See here, why not let me help you get a start; what do you say ?" Harold felt the deep sincerity of the woman's regard and he said simply: "All right; let me know what you find, and I'll talk it over with Mary." She seized his thin hand in both hers and pressed it hard, the tears creeping down her cheeks.

"You're a good boy, Mose; you're the kind that are good to women in ways they don't like, sometimes.

I hope you'll forget the worst of me and remember only the best.

I don't think she knows anything about me; if she hears anything, tell her the truth, but say I was better than women think." One day about ten days later a bulky letter came, addressed to "Mose Excell." It was from Mrs.Raimon, but contained a letter from Reynolds, who wrote: "Yesterday a young Cheyenne came ridin' in here inquirin' for you.

I told him you was in Chicago, sick.