draft regularly?"

A good deal of the white of Julia's beautiful eyes showed as she turned
indignantly on the speaker. "I wish, cousin Sally, you'd just let up
talking to me about that money. You know as well as I do that I allowed
to maw I wouldn't take a cent of it from the first! I might have had all
the gowns and bonnets"--with a look at Miss Sally's bows--"I wanted from
her; she even offered to take me to St. Louis for a rig-out--if I'd been
willing to take blood money. But I'd rather stick to this old sleazy
mou'nin' for Tom"--she gave a dramatic pluck at her faded black
skirt--"than flaunt round in white muslins and China silks at ten
dollars a yard, paid for by his murderer."

"You know black's yo' color always,--taking in your height and
complexion, Jule," said Miss Sally demurely, yet not without a feminine
consciousness that it really did set off her cousin's graceful figure to
perfection. "But you can't keep up this gait always. You know some day
you might come upon this Mr. Corbin."

"He'd better not cross my path," she said passionately.

"I've heard girls talk like that about a man and then get just green
and yellow after him," said Miss Sally critically. "But goodness me!
speaking of meeting people reminds me I clean forgot to stop at the
stage office and see about bringing over the new overseer. Lucky I met
you, Jule! Good-by, dear. Come in to-night, and we'll all go to the
party together." And with a little nod she ran off before her
indignant cousin could frame a suitably crushing reply to her Parthian
insinuation.