When you're better you can work for me.

I'll keep little Fay and bring her up--without Mormon teaching.
When she's grown, if she should want to leave me, I'll send her, and not empty-handed, back to Illinois where you came from.

I promise you." "I knew it was a lie," replied the mother, and she sank back upon her pillow with something of peace in her white, worn face.

"Jane Withersteen, may Heaven bless you! I've been deeply grateful to you.

But because you're a Mormon I never felt close to you till now.