And, with the pressure of the dying kiss on her lips, 'Tana went out the door. "Please give her every care money can secure for her," she said to the woman at the door; while the man, minus the pipe, was there to open it. "Mr. Harvey, can I trouble you to look after it for me? You know the doctor and can learn all that is needed. Have the bills sent to me; and let me know when it is all--over." They reached the theater just as the curtain went down on the last act, and she remained in the carriage until her own party came out. "I can hardly thank you enough for coming after me to-night," she said, as she shook hands very cordially with Harvey. "You can never be a mere acquaintance to me again. You are my friend." "Have I ignorantly done some good?" he asked, and she smiled at him. "Yes--more than you know--more than I can tell you." "Then may I hope not to be forgotten when you are in Italy?" "Oh!" and the color flushed over all the pallor caught from that deathbed. "But I--I don't think I will go to Italy after all, Mr. Harvey. I have changed my mind about that, and think I will go back to the Kootenai hills instead." CHAPTER XXVII. LIFE AT TWIN SPRINGS. Over all the land of the Kootenai the sun of early June was shining. Trees of wild fruits were white with blossoms, as if from far above on the mountains the snows had blown down and settled here and there on the new twigs of green. And high up above the camp of the Twin Springs, Overton and Harris sat looking over the wide stretches of forest, and the younger man looked troubled. "I think your fear is all an empty affair," he said, in an argumentative tone. "You eat well and sleep well. What gives you the idea you are to be called in soon?" "Several things," said the other, slowly, and his speech was yet indistinct; "but most of all the feel of my feet and legs. A week ago my feet turned cold; this week the coldness is up to my knees, and it won't go away. I know what it means. When it gets as high as my heart I'll be done for. That won't take long, Dan; and I want to see her first." "She can't help you." "Yes, she can, too. You don't know. Dan, send for her." "Things are all different with her now," protested the other. "She's with friends who are not of the diggings or the ranges, Joe. She is going to marry Max Lyster; and, altogether, is not the same little girl who made our coffee for us down there in the flat. You must not expect that she will change all her new, happy life to run back here just because you want to talk to her." "She'll come if you telegraph I want her," insisted Harris. "I know her better than you do, Dan. The fine life will never spoil her. She would be happier here to-day in a canoe than she would be on a throne. I know her best." "She wasn't very happy before she left here." "No," he agreed; "but there were reasons, Dan. Why are you so set against her coming back?" "Set against it? Oh, no."