"We'd better get all the books and bring up, then," Mr. Rayfield suggested, standing just outside. "I think it will be a good idea to clean up everything, so John and I won't have to bother you again. You go on up, and we'll be right along in a few minutes." He gave them a smile like a benediction. When it was quite certain that the conversation had terminated, the elevator boy deferentially closed the door and conveyed bride and groom to the second floor with the air of one who waits upon royalty. "Shall I unlock the door for you, sir?" he asked eagerly. "No, thanks," drawled Bill. "I'm not paralyzed, sonny." But he slid a coin into the boy's hand to salve the rebuff. "Now, Bill-dear, you _must_ give enough time to business to let John and Walter go ahead without having to bother us every day. You know, we're going to travel around, just wherever we take the notion we want to go. We don't want Parowan riding our necks all the time. Walter told me that if you signed the stock books in blank, and the Corporation check book, he wouldn't have to bother you at all----" "That's giving them a pretty free hand, honey," Bill objected, laying his cheek against her silky hair as she stood within his arms. Doris turned in the embrace so that she could look into his eyes. "Why, Bill Dale! If you don't _trust_ John and Walter, why have you got them in the company? Why is Walter Rayfield Vice President and General Manager, then, and John, Secretary and Treasurer? Bill-dear, don't you think you are rather inconsistent?" Bill kissed her. "Bill, it would just about break my heart to see you tie yourself down to running Parowan Consolidated. I think that would show a streak of narrowness in you, dear. It seems to me that the whole advantage of having the mine and the town site and everything is to be able to let others do the work and leave you free. You see, dear, they both resigned from good government positions to take hold and help organize the company, and the best way to show your gratitude, I think, is to trust them with the management now. We've got the control, haven't we? And they certainly have shown that they know exactly how to go ahead and make money out of the mine. "Why, dear man, just think! _You'd_ have plugged along, just digging out the gold and selling it. _They've_ made a fortune for us already, without taking out more than enough gold to make all the expenses of the organization and the town-site promotion, and mining and hauling. I don't know how they do it--but they certainly are wizards at getting in money." "I love you, little wife," said Bill irrelevantly. "If money will make you the happiest woman on earth, they can't dig up too much." Doris pulled him over to a red velvet couch and sat down beside him, snuggling against his straight, strong body.