"Has he been in Leadville long ?" "I do not know," replied Myrtle.

"His last letter proved that he was in Leadville two years ago, and he said he had been very successful and made money; but he has been in other mining camps, I know, and has wandered for years all over the West." "Suppose he should be wandering now ?" suggested Patsy; but at the look of alarm on Myrtle's face she quickly changed the subject, saying: "You must come in to dinner with us, my dear, for you have had nothing but cold truck to eat since you left Chicago.

They say we shall be in Denver in another hour, but I'm afraid to believe it.

Anyhow, there is plenty of time for dinner." "Oh, I can't go, really!" cried the girl.

"It's--it's so hard for me to walk when the train is moving; and--and--I wouldn't feel happy in that gay, luxurious dining car." "Well, we must go, anyway, or the Major will be very disagreeable," said Patsy.