Sleeping Fires

ient and could not subject her to the risk of contagion. The disease most dreaded in San Francisco had arrived some time before and the pest house outside

he night. Howard telegraphed frequently and sent a doctor to revaccinate her, as the virus he had administered himself had not taken. S

first time she saw the beautiful California country; the redwood forests on the mountains, the bare brown and golden hills, the great valleys with their forests of oaks and madronas cleared here and there for orchard and vineyard; knowing that Howard was safe she gave herself to pleasure once more. After all there was a certain satisfaction in the assurance that her husband