Ever since a memorable visit to Salt Lake City, where she had gone to the theatre, she had cherished some entirely novel ideas concerning matrimony.

In that fairyland of delights she had beheld the lover strangely wooing but one mistress, the husband strangely cherishing but one wife.

There had been no talk of "the Kingdom," and no home portrayed where there were many wives.

That lover, swearing to cherish but one woman for ever, had thrilled her to new conceptions of her own womanhood, had seemed to meet some need of her own heart that she had not until then been conscious of.

Ever after, she had cherished this ideal of the stage, and refused to consider the other.