when matrimony had enticed her away, 
and the thought that walked beside her 
as she baked, and washed, and fed the 
calves, was that some day she would go 
‘back East.’ And this in spite of the 
tact that for those parts she was very 
comfortable. 
Her log house was the largest in the 
country, barring Captain Jones’s, her 
nearest neighbour, ten miles up at Jack- 
son’s Lake, and his was a hotel. Hers 
could boast of six rooms and two 
clothes’ closets. The ceilings were 
white muslin to shut off the rafters, the 
sitting room had wall-paper and a rag 
carpet, and in one corner was the post- 
office. 
The United States Government Post- 
office of Deer, Wyoming, took up two 
compartments of Mrs. Cummings’ writ- 
ing desk, and she was called upon to be 
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