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It was not a wonder, then, that some grateful miner had called her the Beautiful Samaritan.

What had brought her to the wild West, unless to do good, no one could understand, and men wondered and marveled over and over the strange fact of such a refined being seeking a home amid such rude surroundings.

One wing of the Frying Pan Bonnie Belle had fitted up for her especial use.

It was surrounded by a high stockade wall, taking in an acre of land, where there was a spring, rustic arbor, hammock, and flowers.

There was no way of entering this garden-spot save through her rooms in the hotel, in the wing referred to, and which were five in number—an office, sitting-room, dining-room, and two bedrooms.

There was a piazza running around the wing, and she certainly was most comfortable in her border home.

She had Chinese servants, and kept the place as neat as possible, while she kept hunters out to supply the table with game, had a large chicken-yard and garden, and, having no bar connected with the hotel, managed to keep an orderly home for her boarders, who were numerous.