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The young man came briskly up the walk, and ran up the steps so quickly that he tripped on the last one and dropped his hat. He cleverly recovered it, however, and made very elaborate bows to both the ladies, hoping that he found them quite well. Mrs. Belding bustled about to give him a chair, at which Alice knitted her pretty brows a little.
"I know, but isn't he a prophet in the wilderness, the wilderness of Algoma, and he hasn't much honor except what a few of us give him?" Belding looked at her strangely. This was a new Elsie, who seemed wistful yet not for him. Her eyes were cloudy with thought and he had a curious sensation that he was at this moment far from her imagination. She turned to him. "Take me out in your canoe, now."
He smiled a little bitterly to himself when he considered that the cause of his feeling of discouragement was that Alice Belding had spoken to him with coldness and shyness when she opened her door. He could not help saying to himself, "I deserved a kinder greeting than she gave me. She evidently wished me to understand that I am not to be permitted any further intimacy.
To the end of my days you'll be the one man to whom I owe everything. Words fail to express my feelings. This must be a brief note. Belding is waiting, and I used up most of the time writing to Mercedes. I like Belding. He was not unknown to me, though I never met or saw him before. You'll be interested to learn that he's the unadulterated article, the real Western goods.
"I've known that, too, for a long time," said Mrs. Belding, low almost as a whisper. "You know!" cried Dick, with a glow and rush of feeling. "Dick, you must be very blind not to see what has been plain to all of us.... I guess it couldn't have been helped. You're a splendid fellow. No wonder she loves you." "Mother! You'll give her to me?"
Belding did not stir and there drifted down to them the deep, hollow monotone that pervades St. Marys when the wind comes in from the west. The young man scanned the innumerable lights beside the rapids, he could place each one of them. Then slowly the moon came up with a soft gleam that laid a silver path across the river and touched the girl into an unearthly beauty.
"If it is, I'll add an extra fifty to my Red Cross subscription," rejoined his father with some tartness. "Well, that's something!" Bobby Hargrew said quickly. "We want to boost the fund all we can. And what do you think?" "My brain has stopped functioning entirely since I got so bothered by that bank-note," declared Laura Belding, shaking her head. "I can't think." "Mr.
I hurried over, fearing maybe you might think the blast you see, Belding " "I see this, Mr. Ben Chase," interrupted Belding, in curt and ringing voice. "That blast was a mistake, the biggest you ever made in your life." "What do you mean?" demanded Chase. "You'll have to excuse me for a while, unless you're dead set on having it out right now. Mr.
The roses are dead. The little green in that grass has come with the rains. What's happened? The ranch's run down. Now I look around I see a change." "Some change, yes," replied Belding, bitterly. "Listen, son." Briefly, but not the less forcibly for that, Belding related his story of the operations of the Chases. Astonishment appeared to be Gale's first feeling.
Belding hesitated and looked with grim concern at the cavalryman. "What?" queried Thorne. "I'm afraid it's Rojas." Thorne turned pale but did not lose his nerve. "I thought of that at once. If true, it'll be terrible for Mercedes and me. But Rojas will never get his hands on my wife. If I can't kill him, I'll kill her!... Belding, this is tough on you this risk we put upon your family. I regret "
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