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Updated: June 23, 2025
The real and insistent demands of the situation had been suddenly struck shadowy while his forces adjusted themselves to new possibilities. "Ware's your man," suggested California John. "He's a gun-man, and he's got a nerve like a saw mill man." "Where is Ware?" Thorne asked Amy. "He's over at Fair's shake camp. He will be back to-morrow." "That's settled, then. How about Welton? Is he warned?
Dorothy Fair's face was very sweet to see; her blue eyes and her soft lips were innocent and fond under her lover's gaze. Her little white hand clung to his like a baby's. There was a sweet hollow under her chin, above her fine lace collar. Her soft, fair curls smelt in his face of roses and lavender.
They approved also of the temperate hours which he observed in his courting, for no one within eye-shot, or ear-shot, but knew when Parson Fair's front door closed behind him. Burr, during the last weeks before his marriage, never stayed much later than half-past nine or ten at his sweetheart's house, and, in truth, was not sorely tempted to do so.
A few brief sentences had been exchanged with his mother upon the subject that weighed most heavily on his mind. "Has anything ever been done, any step taken, to correct the unfounded report which got out at the time of my father's death, in regard to Dr. Fair's treatment of the case?" he asked abruptly one evening. The color rose in Mrs. Whittredge's face, and she looked up from her work.
"You can take from your kinsman what you could not take from Parson Fair," replied Lot. "I hear you will not go to nest in Parson Fair's snug roof-tree, with your pretty bird, either." "I will die before I will take my wife under any roof but my own," cried Burr, fiercely, "and I want no gifts from you either. I am not turned beggar from any one yet. You shall take the woodland."
"I pray without ceasing that he may be acquitted of the crime for which he is imprisoned," replied Elvira Gordon, over her folded hands. Madelon looked at her. "You are a good woman," said she, with fierce scorn. "You are a member of Parson Fair's church, and you keep to the commandments and all the creed.
Then she went at a rapid walk, still glancing sharply behind her to see if she were followed, until she came to Parson Fair's house. She went up the front walk, between the rows of ice-coated box, and up the stone steps under the stately columned porch, and raised the knocker and let it fall with sharp impetus.
She was pretty to look at, and I liked but you cannot understand the weakness of a man that makes him ashamed of himself. I left you, and I went courting her because she was Parson Fair's only daughter, and I was poor, and that was not all the reason.
Madelon's own chamber, carpetless and freezing cold, with its sparse furniture and scanty sweep of white curtains across the furred windows which filled the room with the blue-white light of frost, was desolation to it. A great fire blazed on Dorothy Fair's chamber hearth. The red glow of it was over the whole room, and the frost on the windows was melting.
I will come out directly when you bid me to." Alvin Mead looked at her a second, then at Madelon with rough inquiry. "Who did ye say she was?" he growled. "Parson Fair's daughter, the lady that's going to marry Burr Gordon." "I can't let but one of ye see him, and she can't stay more'n ten minutes," said Alvin Mead, and moved aside, and Madelon and Dorothy entered.
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