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Updated: June 24, 2025


They were both peering at a magazine illustration, with their heads so close together that Elsie's yellow curls brushed Lennon's cheek. The warm glow in Carmena's eyes faded; her smiling lips tightened. Her voice vibrated with a touch of sharpness: "Sleep time, Blossom." Elsie sprang to her light feet with docile obedience.

Again she drew her gently with one hand, and with the other pointed to the corner from which she had come. Ramona understood. "She wants to show me her husband's grave," she thought. "She does not like to be away from it. I will go with her." Dismounting, and taking Baba's bridle over her arm, she bowed her head assentingly, and still keeping firm hold of Carmena's hand, followed her.

After several moments a smallish gray-haired man shuffled out through the doorway on the right of the window and scurried across the opening into which the crane had swung its load. As he unbent his emaciated body to face the visitor his breath was heavy with the fumes of whiskey. Lennon knew without looking that Carmena's eyes were fixed upon him in mute appeal.

Carmena's saddle and bags, saddle blanket and rifle, and the canteen all were fast to the hoisting rope when Lennon came staggering and panting up beside the girl. She pointed toward the head of the valley and caught the rifle from him to tie it on the load. "A miss is as good as a mile," she said. "We'll just have time to get up.

But when she made a motion as if she would go, and said in the soft Spanish, of which Carmena knew no word, but which yet somehow conveyed Ramona's meaning, "I must go! It is too long! I cannot wait here!" Carmena had clasped her hand tighter, and said in the San Luiseno tongue, of which Ramona knew no word, but which yet somehow conveyed Carmena's meaning, "O beloved lady, you must not go!

Uttering a wailing cry, Carmena, drawing Ramona to the edge of it, pointing down with her right hand, then laid both hands on her heart, and gazed at Ramona piteously. Ramona burst into weeping, and again clasping Carmena's hand, laid it on her own breast, to show her sympathy. Carmena did not weep.

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