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Dahlia had now been absent for very many months, and Rhoda's growing fretfulness sprang the conviction in her mind that something closer than letters must soon be coming. She ran downstairs, and along the gravel-path. He was a little man, square-built, and looking as if he had worn to toughness; with an evident Sunday suit on: black, and black gloves, though the day was only antecedent to Sunday.
He looked curiously from Rhoda's white face to Cartwell's inscrutable one. "Do you think you ought to have attempted this trip, Rhoda?" he asked gently. "Oh, we've taken it very slowly," answered the Indian. "And we are going to turn back now." "I don't think I've overdone," said Rhoda. "But perhaps we have had enough." "All right," said Cartwell. "If Mr.
Rhoda's first knock was not answered; but when she tapped softly again, she heard Miss Merivale's voice telling her to come in. Miss Merivale was lying on the bed, with her face turned to the wall. She reached out her hand for Rhoda's, and clasped it tenderly, but did not turn round. "My head is very bad, darling. Tell Rose I won't have any tea. I want to keep quite quiet."
She thinks Rebecca Mary knows more than the teacher does." "Rhoda's smart, too," breathed Duty in Aunt Olivia's ear. "So you see, dear Miss Olivia, the child would make good use of any advantage " "You mean I ought to send her away? Well, I'm ready to I said I'd leave it to you. Where shall I send her? If there was only I don't suppose there's some place near to?
Rhoda's horse drank thirstily and she stood beside him watching the mystical gray of the dawn lift to the riotous rose of the sunrise. She wondered at the quick throb of her pulse. It was very different from its wonted soft beat. Then she threw herself on her blanket to sleep. When Rhoda woke, late in the day, Kut-le had spread Marie's cakes and fruit on leaves which he had washed in the brook.
There:" and she put the money into Rhoda's hand, and then held both hand and money rather tightly imprisoned in her larger palm, and began to chatter, so as to leave the other no opening. "Oh, blessed darkness! how easy it makes things! does it not? I am glad there was no candle; we should have been fencing and blushing ever so long, and made such a fuss about nothing and "
She clung to the pommel of her saddle, her eyes fastened on him. If only he would drop dead as he sat! If only his Indians would turn on him and kill him! They were riding through the desert now, desert thick-grown with cactus and sage-brush. Suddenly a far away roar came to Rhoda's ears. There was a faint whistle repeated with increasing loudness.
Isn't it rather a delicate mat " "Don't, Robert, don't discourage me. It's going to be such a beautiful doll! And you needn't tell me that poor little eleven-year-old woman-child won't hold out her empty arms for it. Robert, you're a minister; would it be wrong to give it to her STRAIGHT?" "Straight, dear?" "Yes; without saying anything to her aunt Olivia. Tell me. Rhoda's gone.
"We're so close on the track now that we can hang on to the end. If you've had no trace here we'll just double back and start from the mountains again!" By this time a dozen cowboys and ranch hands were gathered about the newcomers. Every one knew about Rhoda's disappearance. Every one knew about every man in the little search party.
"He's got reason to feel this more 'n the rest of us, poor lad! It's a blow to him." With which the farmer struck his hand on Rhoda's shoulder. "I wish he'd set his heart on a safer young woman." Rhoda's shudder of revulsion was visible as she put her mouth up to kiss her father's cheek.
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