"He never did mistreat me," she murmured, hardly above a whisper. "He took you home from the Andersons' party the night Dave Mead was at Red Range?" queried my father. Lettie nodded. "Of his own choice?" She shook her head. "Amos asked him to," she said. "And you told him good-bye at your own door?" Another nod. "Did you see him again that night?" "Yes." Lettie's cheeks were scarlet. "Who took you home the second time?" A confusion of face, and then Lettie put her head on the table before her. "Tell me, Lettie. It will open the way for me to help you. Don't spare anybody except yourself. You need not be too hard on yourself. Those who should befriend you can lay all the blame you can bear on your shoulders." He smiled kindly on her. "Judge Baronet, I was a bad girl. It was Amos promising me jewelry and ribbons if I'd do what he wanted, making me think he would marry me if he could. I hated a girl because--" She stopped, and her cheeks flamed deeply. "Never mind about the girl. Tell me where you were, and with whom." "I was out on the West Prairie, just a little way, not very far. I was coming home." "With Phil?" My father did not comment on the imprudence of a girl out on the West Prairie at this improper hour. "No, no. I--I came home with Bud Anderson." Then, seeing only the kind strong pitying face of the man before her, she told him all he wanted to know. Would have told him more, but he gently prevented her, sparing her all he could. When she had finished, he spoke, and his tones were full of feeling. "In no way, then, has Philip ever done you any wrong? Have you ever known him to deceive anybody? Has he been a young man of double dealing, coarse and rude with some company and refined with others? A father cannot know all that his children do. James Conlow has little notion of what you have told me of yourself. Now don't spare my boy if you know anything." "Oh, Judge Baronet, Phil never did a thing but be a gentleman all his life. It made me mad to see how everybody liked him, and yet I don't know how they could help it." The tears were streaming down her cheeks now. And then the thought of her own troubles swept other things away, and she would again have begged my father to befriend her, but his kind face gave her comfort. "Lettie, go back to the store now. I'll send a note to Judson and call him here. If I need you, I will let you know. If I can do it, I will help you. I think I can. But most of all, you must help yourself. When you are free of this tangle, you must keep your heart with all diligence. Good-bye, and take care, take care of every step. Be a good woman, Lettie, and the mistakes and wrong-doing of your girlhood will be forgotten."