back to Riverside and down in that country where colts were waiting for him.  He was the only one the E. K. outfit would allow to handle their young stock.  Did we know that?  And she was going to stay with a Mrs. Pierce down there for a while, near where Nate would be working.  All this she told us; but when he did not return to dine with her on this first day, I think she found it hard to sustain her wilful cheeriness.  Lin offered to take her driving to see the military post and dress parade at retreat, and Cloud’s Peak, and Buffalo’s various sights; but she made excuses and retired to her room.  Nate, however, was at tea, shaven clean, with good clothes, and well conducted.  His tone and manner to Jessamine were confidential and caressing, and offended Mr. McLean, so that I observed to him that it was scarcely reasonable to be jealous.

“Oh, no jealousy!” said he.  “But he comes in and kisses her, and he kisses her good-night, and us strangers looking on!  It’s such oncontrollable affection, yu’ see, after never writing for five years.  I expect she must have some of her savings left.”

It is true that the sister gave the brother money more than once; and as our ways lay together, I had chances to see them both, and to wonder if her joy at being with him once again was going to last.  On the road to Riverside I certainly heard Jessamine beg him to return home with her; and he ridiculed such a notion.  What proper life for a live man was that dead place back East? he asked her.  I thought he might have expressed some regret that they must dwell so far apart, or some intention to visit her now and then; but he said nothing of the sort, though he spoke volubly of himself and his prospects.  I suppose this spectacle of brother and sister had rubbed Lin the wrong way too much, for he held himself and Billy aloof, joining me on the road but once, and then merely to give me the news that people here wanted no more of Nate Buckner; he would be run out of the country, and respect for the sister was all that meanwhile saved him.  But Buckner, like so many spared criminals, seemed brazenly unaware he was disgraced, and went hailing loudly any riders or drivers we met, while beside him his sister sat close and straight, her stanch affection and support for the world to see.  For all she let appear, she might have been bringing him back from some gallant heroism achieved; and as I rode along the travesty seemed more and more pitiful, the outcome darker and darker.

At all times is Riverside beautiful, but most beautiful when the sun draws down through the openings of the hills.  From each one a stream comes flowing clearly out into the plain, and fields spread green along the margins.  It was beneath the long-slanted radiance of evening that we saw Blue Creek and felt its coolness rise among the shifting veils of light.  The red bluff eastward, the tall natural fortress, lost its stern masonry of shapes, and loomed a soft towering