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Temple!” There was horror, fear, reproach in the way she spoke it. “I know you are astonished, Mrs. Spafford, that the messenger should be one so unworthy, and let me say at the beginning that I am more thankful than I can express that your letter of forgiveness reached me before I was obliged to start on my sorrowful commission.
She arrived at Paradise on the ramshackle old stage-coach late one Saturday afternoon. Ajax and I carried her small hair-trunk into the ranch-house; Mrs. Spafford received her. We retreated to the corrals. "She'll never, never do," said Ajax. "Never," said I. Alethea-Belle Buchanan looked about eighteen; and her face was white as the dust that lay thick upon her grey linen cloak.
David was worth it.” Hannah ended with a sigh. If she had ever cared for any one besides herself that one was David Spafford. “I do not understand you,” said Marcia again, drawing herself up with all the Schuyler haughtiness she could master, till she quite resembled her father. “Now, Mrs.
Spafford has been intimate in our family for a number of years,” said Marcia proudly, her fighting fire up, “but as for my having ‘cut my sister out’ as you call it, you have certainly been misinformed. Excuse me, I think I will close the kitchen door. It seems to blow in here and make a draft.”
They air tryin' to pay for what their schoolmarm's put into their heads and hearts." "Miss Buchanan has taught us a thing or two," I suggested. "Yes," Mrs. Spafford replied solemnly, "she hev."
“And now I am here to-day to offer to do all in my power to help you. From what I know of your husband’s movements, he is likely to return to you soon. You cannot meet him knowing that the lips that will salute you have been pressed upon the lips of another woman, and that woman your own sister, dear Mrs. Spafford! “Ah! Now you understand, poor child. Your lips quiver!
“She ain’t in the house,” she said hoarsely. “She’s gone over there!” David Spafford turned surprised. “Is that you, Miranda? Oh, thank you! Where do you say she has gone? Where?” “Through there, don’t you see?” and again the stubby forefinger pointed to the rift in the wheat.
“Oh, no,” she said quickly, “I’m not expecting any one at all, but Mr. Spafford had a severe headache this morning, and I am not sure but the sound of the piano would make it worse. I think it would be better for you to come another time, although he may be better by that time.” “Oh, I see! Your husband’s at home!” said the young man with relief.
They’d oughter ben here before this. I ’spose she’d gone on further’n she thought she’d go when she stepped out.” “It’s all right,” said the other gentleman, “no harm done, I’m sure. I hope we shan’t inconvenience Mrs. Spafford any coming so unexpectedly.” “No, indeedy!” said quick-witted Miranda. “You can’t ketch Mis’ Spafford unprepared if you come in the middle o’ the night.
You’re going over to the Spafford house to-night, ain’t you? and there’s going to be a lot of folks there. Of course we all know all about it. It’s been planned for months. And my cousin Hannah Heath has an invite. You can’t think how fond Miss Amelia and Miss Hortense are of her. They tried their level best to make David pay attention to her, but it didn’t work.
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