She was smiling as he passed her.
Then his mind was made up.
As he entered Brigham's office in Salt Lake City some days later, there passed out by the same door a woman whom he seemed dimly to remember.
The left half of her face was disfigured by a huge flaming scar, and he saw that she had but one hand.
"Who was that woman ?" he asked Brigham, after they had chatted a little of other matters.
"That's poor Christina Lund.

You ought to remember her.

She was in your hand-cart party.

She's having a pretty hard time of it.

You see, she froze off one hand, so now she can't work much, and then she froze her face, so she ain't much for looks any longer--in fact, I wouldn't say Christina was much to start with, judging from the half of her face that's still good--and so, of course, she hasn't been able to marry.