arm through the Apache's reins. "She hasn't been up much, and she may be a little wild."
The calf stood its ground for a moment, and then, with tail erect, cavorted madly for its mother, behind whom it took refuge.
"I just love 'em! I just love 'em!" repeated the girl. "You say the same thing about the colts and the little pigs," the man reminded her.
"I love 'em all!" she cried, shaking her head, her eyes twinkling.
"You love them because they're little and helpless just like babies," he said. "Oh, Grace, how you'd love a baby!"
The girl flushed prettily. Quite suddenly he seized her in his arms and crushed her to him, smothering her with a long kiss. Breathless, she wriggled partially away, but he still held her in his arms.
"Why won't you, Grace?" he begged. "There'll never be anybody else for me or for you. Father and mother and Eva love you almost as much as I do, and on your side your mother and Guy have always seemed to take it as a matter of course that we'd marry. It isn't the drinking, is it, dear?"
"No, it's not that, Custer. Of course I'll marry you - some day; but not yet. Why, I haven't lived yet, Custer! I want to live. I want to do something outside of the humdrum life that I have always led and the humdrum life that I shall live as a wife and mother. I want to live a little, Custer, and then I'll be ready to settle down. You all tell me that I am a beautiful, and down, away down in the depth of my soul, I feel that I have talent. If I have, I ought to use the gifts God has given me."
She was speaking very seriously, and the man listened patiently and with respect, for he realized that she was revealing for the first time a secret yearning that she must have long held locked in her bosom.
"Just what do you want to do, dear?" he asked gently.
