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in with him in this."

      So Trampas swallowed. And what of the Virginian?

      He had championed the feeble, and spoken honorably in meeting, and according to all the constitutions and by-laws of morality, he should have been walking in virtue's especial calm. But there it was! he had spoken; he had given them a peep through the key-hole at his inner man; and as he prowled away from the assemblage before whom he stood convicted of decency, it was vicious rather than virtuous that he felt. Other matters also disquieted him—so Lin McLean was hanging round that schoolmarm! Yet he joined Ben Swinton in a seemingly Christian spirit. He took some whiskey and praised the size of the barrel, speaking with his host like this: "There cert'nly ain' goin' to be trouble about a second helpin'."

      "Hope not. We'd ought to have more trimmings, though. We're shy on ducks."

      "Yu' have the barrel. Has Lin McLean seen that?"

      "No. We tried for ducks away down as far as the Laparel outfit. A real barbecue—"

      "There's large thirsts on Bear Creek. Lin McLean will pass on ducks."

      "Lin's not thirsty this month."

      "Signed for one month, has he?"

      "Signed! He's spooning our schoolmarm!"

      "They claim she's a right sweet-faced girl."

      "Yes; yes; awful agreeable. And next thing you're fooled clean through."

      "Yu' don't say!"

      "She keeps a-teaching the darned kids, and it seems like a good growed-up man can't interest her."

      "YU' DON'T SAY!"

      "There used to be all the ducks you wanted at the Laparel, but their fool cook's dead stuck on raising turkeys this year."

      "That must have been mighty close to a drowndin' the schoolmarm got at South Fork."

      "Why, I guess not. When? She's never spoken of any such thing—that I've heard."

      "Mos' likely the stage-driver got it wrong, then."

      "Yes. Must have drownded somebody else. Here they come! That's her ridin' the horse. There's the Westfalls. Where are you running to?"

      "To fix up. Got any soap around hyeh?"

      "Yes," shouted Swinton, for the Virginian was now some distance away; "towels and everything in the dugout." And he went to welcome his first formal guests.

      The Virginian reached his saddle under a shed. "So she's never mentioned it," said he, untying his slicker for the trousers and scarf. "I didn't notice Lin anywheres around her." He was over in the dugout now, whipping off his overalls; and soon he was excellently clean and ready, except for the tie in his scarf and the part in his hair. "I'd have knowed her in Greenland," he remarked. He held the candle up and down at the looking-glass, and the looking-glass up and down at his head. "It's mighty strange why she ain't mentioned that." He worried the scarf a fold or two further, and at length, a trifle more than satisfied with his appearance, he proceeded most serenely toward the sound of the tuning fiddles. He passed through the store-room behind the kitchen, stepping lightly lest he should rouse the ten or twelve babies that lay on the table or beneath it. On Bear Creek babies and children always went with their parents to a dance, because nurses were unknown. So little Alfred and Christopher lay there among the wraps, parallel and crosswise with little Taylors, and little Carmodys, and Lees, and all the Bear Creek offspring that was not yet able to skip at large and hamper its indulgent elders in the ball-room.

      "Why, Lin ain't hyeh yet!" said the Virginian, looking in upon the people. There was Miss Wood, standing up for the quadrille. "I didn't remember her hair was that pretty," said he. "But ain't she a little, little girl!"

      Now she was in truth five feet three; but then he could look away down on the top of her head.

      "Salute your honey!" called the first fiddler. All partners bowed to each other, and as she turned, Miss Wood saw the man in the doorway. Again, as it had been at South Fork that day, his eyes dropped from hers, and she divining instantly why he had come after half a year, thought of the handkerchief and of that scream of hers in the river, and became filled with tyranny and anticipation; for indeed he was fine to look upon. So she danced away, carefully unaware of his existence.

      "First lady, centre!" said her partner, reminding her of her turn. "Have you forgotten how it goes since last time?"

      Molly Wood did not forget again, but quadrilled with the most sprightly devotion.

      "I see some new faces to-night," said she, presently.

      "Yu' always do forget our poor faces," said her partner.

      "Oh, no! There's a stranger now. Who is that black man?"

      "Well—he's from Virginia, and he ain't allowin' he's black."

      "He's a tenderfoot, I suppose?"

      "Ha, ha, ha! That's rich, too!" and so the simple partner explained a great deal about the Virginian to Molly Wood. At the end of the set she saw the man by the door take a step in her direction.

      "Oh," said she, quickly, to the partner, "how warm it is! I must see how those babies are doing." And she passed the Virginian in a breeze of unconcern.

      His eyes gravely lingered where she had gone. "She knowed me right away," said he. He looked for a moment, then leaned against the door. "'How warm it is!' said she. Well, it ain't so screechin' hot hyeh; and as for rushin' after Alfred and Christopher, when their natural motheh is bumpin' around handy—she cert'nly can't be offended?" he broke off, and looked again where she had gone. And then Miss Wood passed him brightly again, and was dancing the schottische almost immediately. "Oh, yes, she knows me," the swarthy cow-puncher mused. "She has to take trouble not to see me. And what she's a-fussin' at is mighty interestin'. Hello!"

      "Hello!" returned Lin McLean, sourly. He had just looked into the kitchen.

      "Not dancin'?" the Southerner inquired.

      "Don't know how."

      "Had scyarlet fever and forgot your past life?"

      Lin grinned.

      "Better persuade the schoolmarm to learn it. She's goin' to give me instruction."

      "Huh!" went Mr. McLean, and skulked out to the barrel.

      "Why, they claimed you weren't drinkin' this month!" said his friend, following.

      "Well, I am. Here's luck!" The two pledged in tin cups. "But I'm not waltzin' with her," blurted Mr. McLean grievously. "She called me an exception."

      "Waltzin'," repeated the Virginian quickly, and hearing the fiddles he hastened away.

      Few in the Bear Creek Country could waltz, and with these few it was mostly an unsteered and ponderous exhibition; therefore was the Southerner bent upon profiting by his skill. He entered the room, and his lady saw him come where she sat alone for the moment, and her thoughts grew a little hurried.

      "Will you try a turn, ma'am?"

      "I beg your pardon?" It was a remote, well-schooled eye that she lifted now upon him.

      "If you like a waltz, ma'am, will you waltz with me?"

      "You're from Virginia, I understand?" said Molly Wood, regarding him politely, but not rising. One gains authority immensely by keeping one's seat. All good teachers know this.

      "Yes, ma'am, from Virginia."

      "I've heard that Southerners have such good manners."

      "That's correct." The cow-puncher flushed, but he spoke in his unvaryingly gentle voice.

      "For in New England, you know," pursued Miss Molly, noting his scarf and clean-shaven chin, and then again steadily meeting his eye, "gentlemen ask to be presented to ladies before they ask them to waltz."

      He stood a moment before her, deeper and deeper scarlet; and the more she saw his handsome face, the keener rose her excitement. She waited for him

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