with the wreckage of her youth staring her in the face: a youth which
should have been all sunshine and flowers. She had risked all for the
price of love and lost....

"Gee! Some woman!" said Worthington to Sheldon when the door closed
upon Helen, after a private consultation with the lawyer.

"What's the matter, old boy; captured at last, after all these years?
Well, they say: 'the longer you wait, the harder the blow!' But I'll
have to hand it to you, you're a good picker. That little woman is an
angel if there ever was one in Reno, and you will be a lucky boy if
you can win her!"

Two days later there was a little dinner given at the home of Mr. and
Mrs. Sheldon, and strange to say, Helen and Worthington were among
those present. From that time on it was Jack who chased away the
shadows and kept Helen amused. There was something wonderfully sweet
and soothing about this strong, self-reliant man of the West. Life
cannot exist without sunshine, and this man was slowly becoming the
sunshine of Helen's life, with each walk in the moonlight along the
banks of the Truckee, and with each ride through the wonderful, silent
places, while they enjoyed Nevada's matchless sunsets, and glorious
freedom of open country.

[Illustration with caption: GLENBROOK]

In spite of all Jack could do in the way of chasing away the shadows,
Helen continued to grow more like the lily and less like the rose. It
was terribly hot in Reno as the summer months came on, and there were
reasons why Helen could not have all the comforts. Worthington, with