Thus the title of the publication was left showing to any observer.

The headline was done in large black letters, advising all who might have read that this was a copy of the magazine known as _Hearts Aflame_.
Curiously enough, on the front page the headline of a certain advertisement showed plainly.

It read, "Wanted: A Wife." From this it may be divined that here was one of those periodicals printed no one knows where, circulated no one knows how, which none the less after some fashion of their own do find their way out in all the womanless regions of the world--Alaska, South Africa, the dry plains of Canada and our Western States, mining camps far out in the outlying districts beyond the edge of the homekeeping lands--it is in regions such as these that periodicals such as the foregoing may be found.
Their circulation is among those who seek "acquaintance with a view to matrimony." They are the official organs of Cupid himself--_or_ Cupid commercialized, or Cupid much misnamed and sailing his craft upon a wide and uncharted sea.

In lands of the first pick or the first plow, these half-illicit pages find their way for their own reasons; and men and women both sometimes have read them.
Wid Gardner finished his own brief work about the corral, came in, washed his hands, and began to cook for himself his simple supper.
Then he washed his dishes, threw the towel above them as before, and went to bed, since he had little else to do.
Early the next morning Wid had finished his breakfast, and was at the edge of the main valley road, which passed near to his own front gate.
He lighted a pipe and sat down to smoke, now and again glancing down the road at a slowly approaching figure.
It was the schoolma'am, Mrs.Davidson, who daily presided at the little log schoolhouse a mile further on up the road, where some twenty children found their way over varying distances from the surrounding ranches.

This lady was of much dignity and of much avoirdupois as well.