"Oh, Snuggy!" he groaned, clinging to the girl's plump hand with his own weak one. "If there were some of your own kind to--to leave you with. A girl like you needs women about--good women, and refined women. Squaws, and Greasers, and half-breeds aren't the kind of women-folk your mother was brought up among. "I don't know but I've done wrong these past few years--since your mother died, anyway. I've been making money here, and it's all for you, Snuggy. That's fixed by the lawyer in Elberon. "Big Hen Billings is executor and guardian of you and the ranch. I know I can trust him. But there ought to be nice women and girls for you to live with--like those girls who went to school with you the four years you were in Denver. "Yet, this is your home. And your money is going to be made here. It would be a crime to sell out now. "Ah, Snuggy! Snuggy! If your mother had only lived!" groaned Mr. Morrell. "A woman knows what's right for a girl better than a man. This is a rough place out here. And even the best of our friends and neighbors are crude. You want refinement, and pretty dresses, and soft beds, and fine furniture----" "No, no, Father! I love Sunset Ranch just as it is," Helen declared, wiping away her tears. "Aye. 'Tis a beauty spot--the beauty spot of all Montana, I believe," agreed the dying man. "But you need something more than a beautiful landscape." "But there are true hearts here--all our friends!" cried Helen. "And so they are--God bless them!" responded Prince Morrell, fervently. "But, Snuggy, you were born to something better than being a 'cowgirl.' Your mother was a refined woman. I have forgotten most of my college education; but I had it once. "_This_ was not our original environment. It was not meant that we should be shut away from all the gentler things of life, and live rudely as we have. Unhappy circumstances did that for us." He was silent for a moment, his face working with suppressed emotion. Suddenly his grasp tightened on the girl's hand and he continued: "Snuggy! I'm going to tell you something. It's something you ought to know, I believe. Your mother was made unhappy by it, and I wouldn't want a knowledge of it to come upon you unaware, in the after time when you are alone. Let me tell you with my own lips, girl." "Why, Father, what is it?" "Your father's name is under a cloud. There is a smirch on my reputation. I--I ran away from New York to escape arrest, and I have lived here in the wilderness, without communicating with old friends and associates, because I did not want the matter stirred up." "Afraid of arrest, Father?" gasped Helen. "For your mother's sake, and for yours," he said. "She couldn't have borne it. It would have killed her." "But you were not guilty, Father!" cried Helen. "How do you know I wasn't?" "Why, Father, you could never have done anything dishonorable or mean--I know you could not!"