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The women flocked around her in welcome。
〃Daughter of Withersteen；〃 said the Bishop； gaily； as he took her hand； 〃you have not been prodigal of your gracious self of late。 A Sabbath without you at service！ I shall reprove Elder Tull。〃
〃Bishop； the guilt is mine。 I'll come to you and confess；〃 Jane replied； lightly； but she felt the undercurrent of her words。
〃Mormon love…making！〃 exclaimed the Bishop； rubbing his hands。 〃Tull keeps you all to himself。〃
〃No。 He is not courting me。〃
〃What？ The laggard！ If he does not make haste I'll go a…courting myself up to Withersteen House。〃
There was laughter and further bantering by the Bishop； and then mild talk of village affairs； after which he took his leave； and Jane was left with her friend； Mary Brandt。
〃Jane； you're not yourself。 Are you sad about the rustling of the cattle？ But you have so many； you are so rich。〃
Then Jane confided in her； telling much； yet holding back her doubts of fear。
〃Oh； why don't you marry Tull and be one of us？
〃But； Mary； I don't love Tull；〃 said Jane； stubbornly。
〃I don't blame you for that。 But； Jane Withersteen； you've got to choose between the love of man and love of God。 Often we Mormon women have to do that。 It's not easy。 The kind of happiness you want I wanted once。 I never got it； nor will you； unless you throw away your soul。 We've all watched your affair with Venters in fear and trembling。 Some dreadful thing will come of it。 You don't want him hanged or shotor treated worse； as that Gentile boy was treated in Glaze for fooling round a Mormon woman。 Marry Tull。 It's your duty as a Mormon。 You'll feel no rapture as his wifebut think of Heaven！ Mormon women don't marry for what they expect on earth。 Take up the cross； Jane。 Remember your father found Amber Spring； built these old houses； brought Mormons here； and fathered them。 You are the daughter of Withersteen！〃
Jane left Mary Brandt and went to call upon other friends。 They received her with the same glad welcome as had Mary； lavished upon her the pent…up affection of Mormon women； and let her go with her ears ringing of Tull； Venters； Lassiter； of duty to God and glory in Heaven。
〃Verily；〃 murmured Jane； 〃I don't know myself when； through all this； I remain unchangednay； more fixed of purpose。〃
She returned to the main street and bent her thoughtful steps toward the center of the village。 A string of wagons drawn by oxen was lumbering along。 These 〃sage…freighters；〃 as they were called； hauled grain and flour and merchandise from Sterling； and Jane laughed suddenly in the midst of her humility at the thought that they were her property； as was one of the three stores for which they freighted goods。 The water that flowed along the path at her feet； and turned into each cottage…yard to nourish garden and orchard； also was hers； no less her private property because she chose to give it free。 Yet in this village of Cottonwoods； which her father had founded and which she maintained she was not her own mistress； she was not able to abide by her own choice of a husband。 She was the daughter of Withersteen。 Suppose she proved it； imperiously！ But she quelled that proud temptation at its birth。
Nothing could have replaced the affection which the village people had for her； no power could have made her happy as the pleasure her presence gave。 As she went on down the street past the stores with their rude platform entrances； and the saloons where tired horses stood with bridles dragging； she was again assured of what was the bread and wine of life to herthat she was loved。 Dirty boys playing in the ditch； clerks； teamsters； riders； loungers on the corners； ranchers on dusty horses little girls running errands； and women hurrying to the stores all looked up at her coming with glad eyes。
Jane's various calls and wandering steps at length led her to the Gentile quarter of the village。 This was at the extreme southern end； and here some thirty Gentile families lived in huts and shacks and log…cabins and several dilapidated cottages。 The fortunes of these inhabitants of Cottonwoods could be read in their abodes。 Water they had in abundance； and therefore grass and fruit…trees and patches of alfalfa and vegetable gardens。 Some of the men and boys had a few stray cattle； others obtained such intermittent employment as the Mormons reluctantly tendered them。 But none of the families was prosperous； many were very poor； and some lived only by Jane Withersteen's beneficence。
As it made Jane happy to go among her own people； so it saddened her to come in contact with these Gentiles。 Yet that was not because she was unwelcome； here she was gratefully received by the women； passionately by the children。 But poverty and idleness； with their attendant wretchedness and sorrow； always hurt her。 That she could alleviate this distress more now than ever before proved the adage that it was an ill wind that blew nobody good。 While her Mormon riders were in her employ she had found few Gentiles who would stay with her； and now she was able to find employment for all the men and boys。 No little shock was it to have man after man tell her that he dare not accept her kind offer。
〃It won't do；〃 said one Carson； an intelligent man who had seen better days。 〃We've had our warning。 Plain and to the point！ Now there's Judkins； he packs guns； and he can use them； and so can the daredevil boys he's hired。 But they've little responsibility。 Can we risk having our homes burned in our absence？〃
Jane felt the stretching and chilling of the skin of her face as the blood left it。
〃Carson； you and the others rent these houses？〃 she asked。
〃You ought to know； Miss Withersteen。 Some of them are yours。〃
〃I know？。。。Carson； I never in my life took a day's labor for rent or a yearling calf or a bunch of grass； let alone gold。〃
〃Bivens； your store…keeper； sees to that。〃
〃Look here； Carson；〃 went on Jane； hurriedly； and now her cheeks were burning。 〃You and Black and Willet pack your goods and move your families up to my cabins in the grove。 They're far more comfortable than these。 Then go to work for me。 And if aught happens to you there I'll give you moneygold enough to leave Utah！〃
The man choked and stammered； and then； as tears welled into his eyes； he found the use of his tongue and cursed。 No gentle speech could ever have equaled that curse in eloquent expression of what he felt for Jane Withersteen。 How strangely his look and tone reminded her of Lassiter！
〃No； it won't do；〃 he said； when he had somewhat recovered himself。 〃Miss Withersteen； there are things that you don't know； and there's not a soul among us who can tell you。〃
〃I seem to be learning many things； Carson。 Well； then； will you let me aid yousay till better times？〃
〃Yes； I will；〃 he replied； with his face lighting up。 〃I see what it means to you； and you know what it means to me。 Thank you！ And if better times ever come； I'll be only too happy to work for you。〃
〃Better times will come。 I trust God and have faith in man。 Good day； Carson。〃
The lane opened out upon the sage…inclosed alfalfa fields； and the last habitation； at the end of that lane of hovels； was the meanest。 Formerly it had been a shed； now it was a home。 The broad leaves of a wide…spreading cottonwood sheltered the sunken roof of weathered boards。 Like an Indian hut； it had one floor。 Round about it were a few scanty rows of vegetables； such as the hand of a weak woman had time and strength to cultivate。 This little dwelling…place was just outside the village limits； and the widow who lived there had to carry her water from the nearest irrigation ditch。 As Jane Withersteen entered the unfenced yard a child saw her； shrieked with joy； and came tearing toward her with curls flying。 This child was a little girl of four called Fay。 Her name suited her； for she was an elf； a sprite； a creature so fairy…like and beautiful that she seemed unearthly。
〃Muvver sended for oo；〃 cried Fay； as Jane kissed her； 〃an' oo never tome。〃
〃I didn't know； Fay； but I've come now。〃
Fay was a child of outdoors； of the garden and ditch and field； and she was dirty and ragged。 But rags and dirt did not hide her beauty。 The one thin little bedraggl