"Then I suppose I should be compelled to die with my feet in the stocks. Children might have diverted my mind and helped to save my sanity, though. I've prayed for them without ceasing, but in vain. I 'm going to a remote country,—a new country, where new environments make newer and more plastic conditions. The laws of men, one-sided as they are, will divorce me after seven years."
"And what is Scotty going to do during all this time?"
"If he loves me as he thinks he does, he'll wait. If it's only a passing fancy, he'll get over it in time. I will not permit his attentions now, nor until Donald McAlpin divorces me and gets another wife."
Captain Ranger's union with the gentle bride of his choice had been so natural, and their lives together had been so harmonious, despite their many cares and sorrows, that neither of them had ever harbored a thought of living apart from the other. Differences of opinion they had sometimes, and now and then a brief, angry dispute, but the end was always peace; and he remembered now, with a pang of self-reproach, that in all such encounters he, whether right or wrong, had invariably gained his point.
"You are my guiding star, my faithful wife," he whispered, as he gently assisted her from the wagon after they had halted for the night. "Come with me, dear, and get some exercise, while Sally and Susannah help the other girls to get supper."
"I don't see why we mightn't end our journey here, John," said his wife, as they gazed abroad over the vast expanse of table-land that stretched away on every side, intersected here and there with streams, their courses marked by stately rows of cottonwood just bursting into leaf, their bases hedged with pussy-willows. "Here are land and wood and water as good as any we passed
