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His face was alight, his body alert, as he came to Arsdale's side. The latter looked up at him in surprise, feeling his presence before he saw. Donaldson's first words stirred him, "You can't pull out," he said, "because you 're out already. You must pull in. Don't you see, you must pull back!" "You don't understand what I mean." "A great deal better than you yourself do.
"I wish I, hadn't said that," she cried impulsively. "I hate Cousin Mabel. I always have hated her. She's a cat. And I think the way she, acted in in the the well, about Judge Enderby and ". "Please!" Miss Van Arsdale's tone was peremptory. "Here is my place." She indicated a clearing with a little nest of a camp in it. "Shall I go back?" asked Io remorsefully. "No."
Halfway to her destination, Miss Van Arsdale's woods-trained ear caught the sound of another horse's hooves, taking a short cut across a bend in the trail. To her halloo, Banneker's clear voice responded. She waited and presently he rode up to her. "Come back with me," she invited after acknowledging his greeting. "I was going over to see Miss Welland." "Wait until to-morrow. She is resting."
Arsdale's talk had removed the last vestige of hope. The worst had happened. Surely one gay interlude could add no burden. A day was always a day, and joys once lived could never be lost. Always in her life and in his this would remain, and since he had shouldered the other days as they had come to him, it seemed no more than right that he should take this.
At this point Benjamin Arsdale's name disappeared even from the magazines, and save to a very few people he was as though dead and buried beneath his odd house. An old Frenchman, his wife, and his son Jacques Moisson seemed content to live there and look after the household duties.
She walked with him under the pines: he read to her: and there were long hours together over the piano. It was then that there was born, out of Camilla Van Arsdale's love and faith and coming abnegation, her holy and deathless song for the dead, to the noble words of the "Dominus Illuminatio Mea," which to-day, chanted over the coffins of thousands, brings comfort and hope to stricken hearts.
"I would n't have bothered you only the lady said the call was urgent." "Good lord, man, what call?" "It is to ring up Miss Arsdale's house at once, sir." "When did you get that?" demanded Donaldson, as he sprang from his bed. "This morning, sir, at one o'clock." In three strides Donaldson was across the room. The hotel attendants crowded one another in their efforts to get out.
He walked slowly over to where the girl was stretched, and laid a clumsy, comforting hand on her shoulder. "I wish you'd cry for me, too," he said huskily. "I'm too old." Every Saturday the distinguished physician from Angelica City came to Manzanita on the afternoon train, spent two or three hours at Camilla Van Arsdale's camp, and returned in time to catch Number Seven back.
"I don't propose to make trouble for you or to have trouble with you," said the reporter evenly. "But I'm going to Miss Van Arsdale's unless I'm shot on the way there." "That's all right," returned the agent, mastering himself. "I beg your pardon for threatening you. But you'll have to find your own way. Will you put up here for the night, again?" "Thanks. Glad to, if it won't trouble you.
This calm, sane, cheerful view of him as a living being, a present figure in his old field of action. The casual mention in an early letter that all of Miss Van Arsdale's reading and most of her writing was done through the nurse or Banneker, mainly the latter, though she was mastering the art of touch-writing on the typewriter.
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