Through the intervention of a tenderfoot named Eric Newton, Mrs. Andrews’ son, Donald and Marie Lewis would have been married ere this time. But it happened that Marie took great pleasure in teaching the tenderfoot to ride, and incidentally indulging in the pastime herself. One day Marie’s horse, “Beauty,” was frightened by the blasting of rocks and dashed away with her. Eric, who tried to go to her rescue, was thrown from his horse and wounded. One of the men who was not blasting soon got his horse and darting after the frightened “Beauty,” succeeded in bringing her to a stop. At the hotel Marie’s tender solicitude for Eric’s injuries enhanced Donald’s determination to leave the place entirely. Directly to the hotel went Mrs. Andrews to learn how sincere were Eric’s affections toward Marie, but after being told by his doctor that he had only a few months to live, the tenderfoot indulged freely in alcoholically-inclined liquor. Marie, still cognizant of the fate of her father, could not tolerate a drunkard, turned to her erstwhile lover, while the tenderfoot rode away.