with me out of these mountain solitudes into the world! What is your
name?"

"Manella."

"Manella--what?"

"Manella Soriso"--the girl answered--"I am Spanish by both parents,-
-they are dead now. I was born at Monterey."

Morgana began to hum softly--

"Under the walls of Monterey
At dawn the bugles began to play
Come forth to thy death
Victor Galbraith."

She broke off,--then said--

"You have not seen many men?"

"Oh, yes, I have!" and Manella tossed her head airily--"Men all more
or less alike--greedy for dollars, fond of smoke and cinema women,--
I do not care for them. Some have asked me to marry, but I would
rather hang myself than be wife to one of them!"

Morgana slid off the edge of her bed and stood upright, her white
silk nightgown falling symmetrically round her small figure. With a
dexterous movement she loosened the knot into which she had twisted
her hair for the night, and it fell in a sinuous coil like a golden