He left months ago, and is now wandering; in fields and pastures unknown." Myrtle sat up in bed and glared at Patsy wild-eyed.
"Gone!" she said.

"Gone! Then what am I to do ?" "I can't imagine, dear," said Patsy, soothingly.

"What do you think you will do ?" The girl seemed dazed and for a time could not reply.
"You must have thought of this thing," suggested her new friend, "for it was quite possible Anson Jones would not be in Leadville when you arrived there." "I did not dare think of it," returned Myrtle in a low, frightened tone.

"I once asked Aunt Martha what I could do in case Uncle Anson wasn't to be found, and she said he _must_ be found, for otherwise I would be obliged to earn my own living." "And she knew you to be so helpless!" "She knows I can sew, if only I can get work to do," said the girl, simply.

"I'm not really a cripple, and I'm getting better of my hurt every day.