And now, good-night.

Sleep well, dear." She went out, and Miss Barrington sat very still gazing with eyes that were curiously thoughtful into the fire.

"Princess of the Prairie--and it fits her well," she said and then sighed a little.

"And if there is a trace of hardness in the girl it may be fortunate.

We all have our troubles--and wheat is going down." In the meanwhile, late as it was, Colonel Barrington and his chief lieutenant, Gordon Dane, sat in his log-walled smoking-room talking with a man he sold his wheat through in Winnipeg.