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Nor did she betray any lack of an unflinching and indomitable spirit. Wade read the truth of what she imagined was her doom in the white glow of her, in the matured lines of womanhood that had come since yesternight, in the sustained passion of her look. "Ben! Wilson! The worst has come!" she announced. Moore could not speak. Wade held Columbine's hand in both of his. "Worst!
Every Sunday I read the 'Gil Blas' in the shade like that, by the side of the water. It is Columbine's day, you know, Columbine who writes the articles in the 'Gil Blas. I generally put Madame Renard into a passion by pretending to know this Columbine.
Next moment Jack Belllounds galloped a foam-lashed horse into the courtyard and hauled up short with a recklessness he was noted for. He swung down hard and violently cast the reins from him. "Ahuh! I gambled on just this," he declared, harshly. Columbine's heart sank. His gaze was fixed on her face, with its telltale evidences of agitation. "What've you been crying about?" he demanded.
Columbine's face was burning red; her eyes literally blazed. Her whole body vibrated as if strung on wires. "How dare you?" she said, and showed her white teeth with the words like an angry tigress. He looked down at her, a faint smile in his blue eyes. "But I don't drink alone," he said in such a tone of gentle explanation as he might have used to a child. She stamped her foot.
But I heerd all about it. The baby was found by gold-diggers up in the mountains. Must have got lost from a wagon-train thet Indians set on soon after so the miners said. Anyway, Old Bill took the baby an' raised her as his own." "How old is she now?" queried Wade, with a singular change in his tone. "Columbine's around nineteen."
He stood, struck dumb for the moment, recalling every detail of the clinging figure that had hung above the leaping waves. Then the tragedy in Columbine's face made him pull himself together once more. He took her trembling hands. "It's no good, my girl," he said. "I seen him. Yes, I seen him. I didn't believe my eyes, but I know now it was true.
That moment had its sorrow for him as well as understanding of the wonder expressed by Columbine's cold little hand trembling in his. The rancher suddenly recoiled. "So help me Gawd he's drunk!" he gasped, in a distress that unmanned him.
They are quite a simple people. Joey called David and me "Sonny," and asked David, who addressed him as "Mr. Clown," to call him Joey. He also told us that the pantaloon's name was old Joey, and the columbine's Josy, and the harlequin's Joeykin. We were sorry to hear that old Joey gave him a good deal of trouble.
Wade might have informed him where they were. The door of the big living-room stood open, and from it came the sound of laughter and voices. Wade, who had returned to his seat on the end of the porch, listened to them, while his keen gaze seemed fixed down the lane toward the cabins. How intent must he have been not to hear Columbine's step behind him! "Good morning, Ben," she said.
The door of the cabin was open. Kane trotted past the hesitating Columbine and went in. "You son-of-a-hound-dog!" came to Columbine's listening ears in Wade's well-known voice. "I'll have to beat you sure as you're born." "I heard a horse," came in a lower voice, that was Wilson's. "Darn me if I'm not gettin' deafer every day," was the reply. Then Wade appeared in the doorway.
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