Oh! I know how you must love them now! And--you're trying to give them to me.

To help me out of Utah! To save the girl I love!" "That will be my glory." Then in the white, rapt face, in the unfathomable eyes, Venters saw Jane Withersteen in a supreme moment.

This moment was one wherein she reached up to the height for which her noble soul had ever yearned.

He, after disrupting the calm tenor of her peace, after bringing down on her head the implacable hostility of her churchmen, after teaching her a bitter lesson of life--he was to be her salvation.

And he turned away again, this time shaken to the core of his soul.