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Allie's eyes were upon Neale, with shy, eloquent intent, and directly the others had departed she changed her seat to one close to Neale; she nestled against his shoulder, her face to the fire. "They thought we wanted to make love, didn't they?" she said, dreamily. "I guess they did," replied Neale. He was intensely fascinated. Did she want him to make love to her?
Allie's out som'er's, but it would do me good to know you was here an' it 'll do you good to stay. You can rest yourself while I take my nap." Ma Briskow did not wish to take a nap, but she knew that Gray needed the solace of his own thoughts just now, so, when he agreed, she sent him downstairs. First balm, indeed, had come to the man; the smart was less intense.
Now, as he looked at Allie's slight, girlish figure, and at her bright, happy face which not even her irregular features could render plain, he felt a sudden sense of relief, and secretly wished that all the family might be as attractive as his genial uncle and the pleasant cousin who had given him so sisterly a greeting.
Stealthy steps sounded out in the hall. They revived Allie's fear of Durade and his men. It struck her suddenly that Larry must be ignorant of the circumstances that had placed her there. The cowboy unlocked the door peeped out. As he turned, how clear and cold his blue eyes flashed! "I'll get you out of heah," he whispered. "Come." They went out. The passage was empty. Allie clung closely to him.
His voice was deep and full as he said that Providence had returned him to his work and to a happiness he had believed lost. He denied the genius attributed to him, but not the inspiring power of bright eyes. And he paid a fine tribute to Baxter. Through all this gaiety and earnestness Allie's lips were mute, and her cheeks flushed and paled by turns.
My hired man, I noticed, was in no way intimidated by a title in our midst, but wagered that Lady Allie's voice would be a contralto and suggested that we all try On the Road to Mandalay together. But Lady Allie acknowledged that she had neither a voice nor an ear, and would prefer listening. We couldn't remember the words, however, and the song wasn't much of a success.
Allie's heart sank for a moment; this would be the time of trial for her. But the clamor subsided without any disturbance near her tent. By and by the old squaw returned to attend to her needs. This time on the way out she dropped a blanket curtain between the tent and the lodge. Soon Indians entered the lodge, quite a number, with squaws among them, judging by their voices.
"The government has pretty well picked them clean." "Could I see your Cousin Allie's letters?" "What good would it do?" asked the dour man across the table from me. "The fat's in the fire, and we've got to face the consequences." "And that's exactly what I've been trying to tell you, you foolish old calvanistic autocrat!
Accordingly, Allie's music usually ended in a playful skirmish which sent Charlie back to the piano, to beguile her into good temper again, by means of some favorite melody.
Then the happy congratulations from General Lodge and his staff; the merry dinner given the couple, and its toasts warm with praise of the bride's beauty and the groom's luck and success; Neale's strange, rapt happiness and Allie's soul shining through her dark-blue eyes this hour was to become memorable for Slingerland's future dreams.
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