"Sweet Bird, you cannot believe this thing of me!" The Singer-Lady raised her bright head from Dick's shoulder, and met, steadfastly, his passionately adoring eyes.
"Richard, how can you for one moment doubt me? I know you to be good and true. Were you not exonerated from the last accusation of which you informed me before you asked for my hand in marriage. And do we not know that this man is actuated by the motive of jealousy ?"
"The Mormon beast! He knows well that I did not steal his mule."
"No' naughty boy," tapping him playfully with her fan, "'Twas something else you stole from Master Crow the woman he wanted. Often have I noticed on the streets how all women, every one, turn to look after you."
"I cared not for her." He shook his tall and beautiful head, impatient of the silky black lock which fell across his forehead.
"Perhaps then 'tis your magnificent carriage they would admire," laughed the girl, teasingly.
Dick swept her close to his heart. "My golden-throated dove, I cannot join in your sweet laughter, for I have a boding heart, this day. I have enemies. They will use my past record. The courts are new, and judgments swift and cold. If they should send me again to the penitentiary I - "
"Dearest I should know you to be innocent, and I should wait for you."