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The Flower of Utah.

           “ThankGodyoukeptyourseat,”theothersaidearnestly. Hewasatall,savage-lookingyoungfellow,mountedonapowerfulroanhorse,andcladintheroughdressofahunter,withalongrifleslungoverhisshoulders. “IguessyouarethedaughterofJohnFerrier,”heremarked,“Isawyouridedownfromhishouse. Whenyouseehim,askhimifherememberstheJeffersonHopesofSt.Louis. Ifhe’sthesameFerrier,myfatherandhewereprettythick.” 

           “Hadn’tyoubettercomeandaskyourself?”sheasked,demurely. 

           Theyoungfellowseemedpleasedatthesuggestion,andhisdarkeyessparkledwithpleasure. “I’lldoso,”hesaid,“we’vebeeninthemountainsfortwomonths,andarenotoverandaboveinvisitingcondition. Hemusttakeusashefindsus.” 

           “Hehasagooddealtothankyoufor,andsohaveI,”sheanswered, “he’sawfulfondofme.Ifthosecowshadjumpedonmehe’dhavenevergotoverit.” 

           “NeitherwouldI,”saidhercompanion. 

           “You!Well,Idon’tseethatitwouldmakemuchmattertoyou,anyhow.Youain’tevenafriendofours.” 

           Theyounghunter’sdarkfacegrewsogloomyoverthisremarkthatLucyFerrierlaughedaloud. 

           “There,Ididn’tmeanthat,”shesaid;“ofcourse,youareafriendnow. Youmustcomeandseeus. NowImustpushalong,orfatherwon’ttrustmewithhisbusinessanymore. Good-bye!” 

           “Good-bye,”heanswered,raisinghisbroadsombrero,andbendingoverherlittlehand. Shewheeledhermustanground,gaveitacutwithherriding-whip,anddartedawaydownthebroadroadinarollingcloudofdust. 

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