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transparent haze； golden at dawn； warm and white at noon； purple in the twilight。 At the end of every storm a rainbow curved down into the leaf…bright forest to shine and fade and leave lingeringly some faint essence of its rosy iris in the air。
Venters walked with Bess； once more in a dream； and watched the lights change on the walls； and faced the wind from out of the west。
Always it brought softly to him strange； sweet tidings of far…off things。 It blew from a place that was old and whispered of youth。 It blew down the grooves of time。 It brought a story of the passing hours。 It breathed low of fighting men and praying women。 It sang clearly the song of love。 That ever was the burden of its tidingsyouth in the shady woods； waders through the wet meadows； boy and girl at the hedgerow stile； bathers in the booming surf； sweet； idle hours on grassy； windy hills； long strolls down moonlit laneseverywhere in far…off lands； fingers locked and bursting hearts and longing lipsfrom all the world tidings of unquenchable love。
Often； in these hours of dreams he watched the girl； and asked himself of what was she dreaming？ For the changing light of the valley reflected its gleam and its color and its meaning in the changing light of her eyes。 He saw in them infinitely more than he saw in his dreams。 He saw thought and soul and naturestrong vision of life。 All tidings the west wind blew from distance and age he found deep in those dark…blue depths； and found them mysteries solved。 Under their wistful shadow he softened； and in the softening felt himself grow a sadder； a wiser； and a better man。
While the west wind blew its tidings； filling his heart full； teaching him a man's part； the days passed； the purple clouds changed to white； and the storms were over for that summer。
〃I must go now；〃 he said。
〃When？〃 she asked。
〃At onceto…night。〃
〃I'm glad the time has come。 It dragged at me。 Gofor you'll come back the sooner。〃
Late in the afternoon； as the ruddy sun split its last flame in the ragged notch of the western wall； Bess walked with Venters along the eastern terrace； up the long； weathered slope； under the great stone bridge。 They entered the narrow gorge to climb around the fence long before built there by Venters。 Farther than this she had never been。 Twilight had already fallen in the gorge。 It brightened to waning shadow in the wider ascent。 He showed her Balancing Rock； of which he had often told her； and explained its sinister leaning over the outlet。 Shuddering； she
looked down the long； pale incline with its closed…in； toppling walls。
〃What an awful trail！ Did you carry me up here？〃
〃I did； surely；〃 replied he。
〃It frightens me； somehow。 Yet I never was afraid of trails。 I'd ride anywhere a horse could go； and climb where he couldn't。 But there's something fearful here。 I feel asas if the place was watching me。〃
〃Look at this rock。 It's balanced herebalanced perfectly。 You know I told you the cliff…dwellers cut the rock； and why。 But they're gone and the rock waits。 Can't you seefeel how it waits here？ I moved it once； and I'll never dare again。 A strong heave would start it。 Then it would fall and bang； and smash that crag； and jar the walls； and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass！〃
〃Ah！ When you come back I'll steal up here and push and push with all my might to roll the rock and close forever the outlet to the Pass！〃 She said it lightly； but in the undercurrent of her voice was a heavier note； a ring deeper than any ever given mere play of words。
〃Bess！。。。You can't dare me！ Wait till I come back with supplies then roll the stone。〃
〃Iwasinfun。〃 Her voice now throbbed low。 〃Always you must be free to go when you will。 Go now。。。this place presses on mestifles me。〃
〃I'm goingbut you had something to tell me？〃
〃Yes。。。。Will youcome back？〃
〃I'll come if I live。〃
〃Butbut you mightn't come？〃
〃That's possible； of course。 It'll take a good deal to kill me。 A man couldn't have a faster horse or keener dog。 And； Bess； I've guns； and I'll use them if I'm pushed。 But don't worry。〃
〃I've faith in you。 I'll not worry until after four days。 Only because you mightn't comeI must tell you〃
She lost her voice。 Her pale face； her great； glowing； earnest eyes； seemed to stand alone out of the gloom of the gorge。 The dog whined； breaking the silence。
〃I must tell youbecause you mightn't come back；〃 she whispered。 〃You must know whatwhat I think of your goodnessof you。 Always I've been tongue…tied。 I seemed not to be grateful。 It was deep in my heart。 Even nowif I were other than I amI couldn't tell you。 But I'm nothingonly a rustler's girlnamelessinfamous。 You've saved me and I'mI'm yours to do with as you like。。。。With all my heart and soulI love you！〃
CHAPTER XV。 SHADOWS ON THE SAGE…SLOPE
In the cloudy； threatening； waning summer days shadows lengthened down the sage…slope； and Jane Withersteen likened them to the shadows gathering and closing in around her life。
Mrs。 Larkin died； and little Fay was left an orphan with no known relative。 Jane's love redoubled。 It was the saving brightness of a darkening hour。 Fay turned now to Jane in childish worship。 And Jane at last found full expression for the mother…longing in her heart。 Upon Lassiter； too； Mrs。 Larkin's death had some subtle reaction。 Before； he had often； without explanation； advised Jane to send Fay back to any Gentile family that would take her in。 Passionately and reproachfully and wonderingly Jane had refused even to entertain such an idea。 And now Lassiter never advised it again； grew sadder and quieter in his contemplation of the child； and infinitely more gentle and loving。 Sometimes Jane had a cold； inexplicable sensation of dread when she saw Lassiter watching Fay。 What did the rider see in the future？ Why did he； day by day； grow more silent； calmer； cooler； yet sadder in prophetic assurance of something to be？
No doubt； Jane thought； the rider； in his almost superhuman power of foresight； saw behind the horizon the dark； lengthening shadows that were soon to crowd and gloom over him and her and little Fay。 Jane Withersteen awaited the long…deferred breaking of the storm with a courage and embittered calm that had come to her in her extremity。 Hope had not died。 Doubt and fear； subservient to her will； no longer gave her sleepless nights and tortured days。 Love remained。 All that she had loved she now loved the more。 She seemed to feel that she was defiantly flinging the wealth of her love in the face of misfortune and of hate。 No day passed but she prayed for alland most fervently for her enemies。 It troubled her that she had lost； or had never gained； the whole control of her mind。 In some measure reason and wisdom and decision were locked in a chamber of her brain； awaiting a key。 Power to think of some things was taken from her。 Meanwhile； abiding a day of judgment； she fought ceaselessly to deny the bitter drops in her cup； to tear back the slow； the intangibly slow growth of a hot； corrosive lichen eating into her heart。
On the morning of August 10th； Jane； while waiting in the court for Lassiter； heard a clear； ringing report of a rifle。 It came from the grove； somewhere toward the corrals。 Jane glanced out in alarm。 The day was dull； windless； soundless。 The leaves of the cottonwoods drooped； as if they had foretold the doom of Withersteen House and were now ready to die and drop and decay。 Never had Jane seen such shade。 She pondered on the meaning of the report。 Revolver shots had of late cracked from different parts of the grovespies taking snap…shots at Lassiter from a cowardly distance！ But a rifle report meant more。 Riders seldom used rifles。 Judkins and Venters were the exceptions she called to mind。 Had the men who hounded her hidden in her grove； taken to the rifle to rid her of Lassiter； her last friend？ It was probableit was likely。 And she did not share his cool assumption that his death would never come at the hands of a Mormon。 Long had she expected it。 His constancy to her； his singular reluctance to use the fatal skill for which he was famed both now plain to all Mormonslaid him open to inevitable assassination。 Yet what charm against ambush and aim and enemy he seemed to bear about him！ No； Jane reflected； it was not charm； only a wonderful training of eye and ear； and sense of impending peril。 Nevertheless that could not forever avail against secret attack。
That moment a rustling of leaves attracted her attention； then the familiar clinking accompaniment of a slow； soft； measured step； and Lassiter walked into the court。
〃Jane； there's a fellow out there with a long gun；〃 he said； and； removing his sombrero； showed his head bound in a bloody scarf。
〃I heard the shot； I knew it was meant for you。 Let me seeyou can't be badly injured？〃
〃I reckon not。 But mebbe it wasn't a close call！。。。I'll sit here in this corner where nobody can see me from the grove。〃 He untied the scarf and removed it to show a long； bleeding furrow above his left temple。
〃It's only a cut；〃 said Jane。 〃But how it bleeds！ Hold your scarf over it just a moment till I come back。〃
She ran into the house and returned with bandages； and while she bathed and dressed the wound Lassiter