Youth and gaiety and goodness trembled on her lips and laughed in her eyes.

The picture seemed a prophecy of all the happiness the future was to bring.

Nannie at eighteen with life before her! And three years later she was dying in a dreary little Western town, separated from her girlhood friends, without a word of forgiveness from her father.

What had she done to deserve this fate?
Merely set up her will against his, and married the man she loved.

Her husband was poor, but from all I ever heard, a very decent chap.