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' I have always tried to anticipate your wishes,' 

 he replied, ' but this request is impossible. I cannot 

 do it.' 



He rose to go. Her face was flushed. The 

 undercurrent of his being was agitated, but the sur- 

 face was calm. She threw all the power of her 

 actress nature into one appealing look, but it faded 

 as she saw in his eyes, not the tenderness of love, 

 but the pathos of pity. 



The next day Herbert left Denver. No one 

 knew where he had gone. The proprietor of the 

 hotel at which he lived said he had paid his bill, 

 packed a few things, and departed, taking with him 

 his little burro. Most of his effects were still at the 

 hotel, but he had left no directions regarding them, 

 nor had he indicated where his letters should be sent. 

 There was wonderment in Denver for some time, 

 but the constant changes in the growing town soon 

 diverted attention to other things, and the popular 

 young man was forgotten. 



On the farther side of the Great Snowy Range, 

 where fertile little valleys are occasional and rocky 



