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everything dear to her except hope of heaven。 Passionately devoted as she was to her religion； she had yet refused to marry a Mormon。 But a situation had developed wherein self paled in the great white light of religious duty of the highest order。 That was the leading motive； the divinely spiritual one； but there were other motives； which； like tentacles； aided in drawing her will to the acceptance of a possible abnegation。 And through the watches of that sleepless night Jane Withersteen； in fear and sorrow and doubt； came finally to believe that if she must throw herself into Lassiter's arms to make him abide by 〃Thou shalt not kill！〃 she would yet do well。
In the morning she expected Lassiter at the usual hour； but she was not able to go at once to the court； so she sent little Fay。 Mrs。 Larkin was ill and required attention。 It appeared that the mother； from the time of her arrival at Withersteen House； had relaxed and was slowly losing her hold on life。 Jane had believed that absence of worry and responsibility coupled with good nursing and comfort would mend Mrs。 Larkin's broken health。 Such； however； was not the case。
When Jane did get out to the court； Fay was there alone； and at the moment embarking on a dubious voyage down the stone…lined amber stream upon a craft of two brooms and a pillow。 Fay was as delightfully wet as she could possibly wish to get。
Clatter of hoofs distracted Fay and interrupted the scolding she was gleefully receiving from Jane。 The sound was not the light…spirited trot that Bells made when Lassiter rode him into the outer court。 This was slower and heavier； and Jane did not recognize in it any of her other horses。 The appearance of Bishop Dyer startled Jane。 He dismounted with his rapid； jerky motion flung the bridle； and； as he turned toward the inner court and stalked up on the stone flags； his boots rang。 In his authoritative front； and in the red anger unmistakably flaming in his face； he reminded Jane of her father。
〃Is that the Larkin pauper？〃 he asked； bruskly； without any greeting to Jane。
〃It's Mrs。 Larkin's little girl；〃 replied Jane； slowly。
〃I hear you intend to raise the child？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Of course you mean to give her Mormon bringing…up？〃
〃No。〃
His questions had been swift。 She was amazed at a feeling that some one else was replying for her。
〃I've come to say a few things to you。〃 He stopped to measure her with stern； speculative eye。
Jane Withersteen loved this man。 From earliest childhood she had been taught to revere and love bishops of her church。 And for ten years Bishop Dyer had been the closest friend and counselor of her father； and for the greater part of that period her own friend and Scriptural teacher。 Her interpretation of her creed and her religious activity in fidelity to it； her acceptance of mysterious and holy Mormon truths； were all invested in this Bishop。 Bishop Dyer as an entity was next to God。 He was God's mouthpiece to the little Mormon community at Cottonwoods。 God revealed himself in secret to this mortal。
And Jane Withersteen suddenly suffered a paralyzing affront to her consciousness of reverence by some strange； irresistible twist of thought wherein she saw this Bishop as a man。 And the train of thought hurdled the rising； crying protests of that other self whose poise she had lost。 It was not her Bishop who eyed her in curious measurement。 It was a man who tramped into her presence without removing his hat； who had no greeting for her； who had no semblance of courtesy。 In looks； as in action； he made her think of a bull stamping cross…grained into a corral。 She had heard of Bishop Dyer forgetting the minister in the fury of a common man； and now she was to feel it。 The glance by which she measured him in turn momentarily veiled the divine in the ordinary。 He looked a rancher； he was booted； spurred； and covered with dust； he carried a gun at his hip； and she remembered that he had been known to use it。 But during the long moment while he watched her there was nothing commonplace in the slow…gathering might of his wrath。
〃Brother Tull has talked to me；〃 he began。 〃It was your father's wish that you marry Tull； and my order。 You refused him？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You would not give up your friendship with that tramp Venters？〃
〃No。〃
〃But you'll do as I order！〃 he thundered。 〃Why； Jane Withersteen； you are in danger of becoming a heretic！ You can thank your Gentile friends for that。 You face the damning of your soul to perdition。〃
In the flux and reflux of the whirling torture of Jane's mind； that new； daring spirit of hers vanished in the old habitual order of her life。 She was a Mormon； and the Bishop regained ascendance。
〃It's well I got you in time； Jane Withersteen。 What would your father have said to these goings…on of yours？ He would have put you in a stone cage on bread and water。 He would have taught you something about Mormonism。 Remember； you're a born Mormon。 There have been Mormons who turned hereticdamn their souls！but no born Mormon ever left us yet。 Ah； I see your shame。 Your faith is not shaken。 You are only a wild girl。〃 The Bishop's tone softened。 〃Well； it's enough that I got to you in time。。。。Now tell me about this Lassiter。 I hear strange things。〃
〃What do you wish to know？〃 queried Jane。
〃About this man。 You hired him？〃
〃Yes； he's riding for me。 When my riders left me I had to have any one I could get。〃
〃Is it true what I hearthat he's a gun…man； a Mormon…hater； steeped in blood？〃
〃Trueterribly true； I fear。〃
〃But what's he doing here in Cottonwoods？ This place isn't notorious enough for such a man。 Sterling and the villages north； where there's universal gun…packing and fights every daywhere there are more men like him； it seems to me they would attract him most。 We're only a wild； lonely border settlement。 It's only recently that the rustlers have made killings here。 Nor have there been saloons till lately； nor the drifting in of outcasts。 Has not this gun…man some special mission here？〃
Jane maintained silence。
〃Tell me；〃 ordered Bishop Dyer； sharply。
〃Yes；〃 she replied。
〃Do you know what it is？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Tell me that。〃
〃Bishop Dyer； I don't want to tell。〃
He waved his hand in an imperative gesture of command。 The red once more leaped to his face； and in his steel…blue eyes glinted a pin…point of curiosity。
〃That first day；〃 whispered Jane； 〃Lassiter said he came here to find Milly Erne's grave！〃
With downcast eyes Jane watched the swift flow of the amber water。 She saw it and tried to think of it； of the stones； of the ferns； but； like her body； her mind was in a leaden vise。 Only the Bishop's voice could release her。 Seemingly there was silence of longer duration than all her former life。
〃Tor whatelse？〃 When Bishop Dyer's voice did cleave the silence it was high； curiously shrill； and on the point of breaking。 It released Jane's tongue； but she could not lift her eyes。
〃To kill the man who persuaded Milly Erne to abandon her home and her husbandand her God！〃
With wonderful distinctness Jane Withersteen heard her own clear voice。 She heard the water murmur at her feet and flow on to the sea； she heard the rushing of all the waters in the world。 They filled her ears with low； unreal murmuringsthese sounds that deadened her brain and yet could not break the long and terrible silence。 Then； from somewhere from an immeasurable distancecame a slow； guarded； clinking； clanking step。 Into her it shot electrifying life。 It released the weight upon her numbed eyelids。 Lifting her eyes she sawashen； shaken； stricken not the Bishop but the man！ And beyond him； from round the corner came that soft； silvery step。 A long black boot with a gleaming spur swept into sightand then Lassiter！ Bishop Dyer did not see； did not hear： he stared at Jane in the throes of sudden revelation。
〃Ah； I understand！〃 he cried； in hoarse accents。 〃That's why you made love to this Lassiterto bind his hands！〃
It was Jane's gaze riveted upon the rider that made Bishop Dyer turn。 Then clear sight failed her。 Dizzily； in a blur； she saw the Bishop's hand jerk to his hip。 She saw gleam of blue and spout of red。 In her ears burst a thundering report。 The court floated in darkening circles around her； and she fell into utter blackness。
The darkness lightened； turned to slow…drifting haze； and lifted。 Through a thin film of blue smoke she saw the rough…hewn timbers of the court roof。 A cool； damp touch moved across her brow。 She smelled powder； and it was that which galvanized her suspended thought。 She moved； to see that she lay prone upon the stone flags with her head on Lassiter's knee； and he was bathing her brow with water from the stream。 The same swift glance； shifting low； brought into range of her sight a smoking gun and splashes of blood。
〃Ah…h！〃 she moaned； and was drifting； sinking again into darkness； when Lassiter's voice arrested her。
〃It's all right； Jane。 It's all right。〃
〃Didyoukillhim？〃 she whispered。
〃Who？ That fat party who was here？ No。 I didn't kill him。〃
〃Oh！。。。Lassiter！〃
〃Say！ It was queer for you to faint。 I thought you were such a strong woman； not faintish like that。 You're all right nowonly some pale。 I thought you'd never com