in every contour. But a charge of silence from Harris, made him mute.

The young man knelt by the side of the sleeping girl and imprinted a
kiss upon the fresh, unpolluted lips, which caused the sleeping beauty
to smile in her dreams.

A moment later, however, she opened her eyes and sprung to her feet
with a startled scream.

"Oh, Ned!" she gasped, trembling, as she saw him, "how you frightened
me. I had a dream--oh, such a sweet dream! and I thought _he_ came and
kissed--"

Suddenly did she stop as, for the first time, her penetrating blue
eyes rested upon Harry Blackburn.

A moment she gazed at him as in a sort of fascination; then, with a
low cry, began to retreat, growing deathly pale. Ned Harris stepped
quickly forward and supported her on his arm.

"Be calm, Anita," he said, in a gentle, reassuring tone. "This is a
young gentleman whom I have brought here to our home for a few days
until it will be safe for him to be seen in Deadwood. Mr. Redburn, I
make you acquainted with Anita."

A courteous bow from Redburn, a slight inclination of Anita's head,
and the introduction was made. A moment later the three entered the
cabin, a model of neatness and primitive luxury.

"How is it that you are up so early, dear?" young Harris asked, as he