I know just where to make the climb, and I'll never forget." "Oh yes, let us go back!" "It's something sweet to look forward to.

Bess, it's like all the future looks to me." "Call me--Elizabeth," she said, shyly.
"Elizabeth Erne! It's a beautiful name.

But I'll never forget Bess.

Do you know--have you thought that very soon--by this time to-morrow--you will be Elizabeth Venters ?" So they rode on down the old trail.

And the sun sloped to the west, and a golden sheen lay on the sage.