"Would that be wrong?"

"I am not the judge. It's a matter of taste and conscience."

"Would you not marry a lady of wealth?"

"I would marry the woman I loved; that is, if I could get her."

"Well added," said De Forrest.

"Yes, sir, I agree with you. Every man had better add that."

"Indeed they had," said Lottie, with a mischievous twinkle in her
eyes.

"There is always a chance for a man who will never take 'no' for
an answer," said De Forrest with a light laugh.

"Do you think so?" she said, lifting her eyebrows questioningly.
"I agree with Mr. Hemstead. It's a matter of taste and conscience."

"Do you intend to be a missionary, Mr. Hemstead?" asked Bel Parton.

"I hope so," he replied, quietly.

"Yes," said Lottie; "just think of it. He is going away out to
the jumping-off place at the West, where he will have the border
ruffians on one side and the scalping Indians on the other. You
said you would marry the woman you loved, if you could. Do you think