Their wonder increased at every turn; that a place so well equipped and complete in its appointments could have been created out of nothing in fifteen years was a marvel! After two or three turns they found themselves among shops, whose plate-glass windows revealed all manner of wares,--confectionery, new books, pretty glass and china, bonnets of the latest fashion.

One or two large pharmacies glittered with jars--purple and otherwise--enough to tempt any number of Rosamonds.

Handsome carriages drawn by fine horses rolled past them, with well-dressed people inside.

In short, St.Helen's was exactly like a thriving Eastern town of double its size, with the difference that here a great many more people seemed to ride than to drive.

Some one cantered past every moment,--a lady alone, two or three girls together, or a party of rough-looking men in long boots, or a single ranchman sitting loose in his stirrups, and swinging a stock whip.
Clover and Phil were standing on a corner, looking at some "Rocky Mountain Curiosities" displayed for sale,--minerals, Pueblo pottery, stuffed animals, and Indian blankets; and Phil had just commented on the beauty of a black horse which was tied to a post close by, when its rider emerged from a shop, and prepared to mount.
He was a rather good-looking young fellow, sunburnt and not very tall, but with a lithe active figure, red-brown eyes and a long mustache of tawny chestnut.