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Resuming the advance along the mountain crest, the enemy made no serious resistance, but fell back skirmishing briskly, till we came to more open ground where the mountain breaks down toward some open farms where detachments of Floyd's forces had been encamped. Their baggage train was seen in the distance, moving off upon the Fayette turnpike.
"I met Eugene and Floyd's wife dawdling along on the road," says Marcia, presently. "I meant to call and see why he was not out last night, but I suppose he had to stay at home and comfort her. I do hope Eugene isn't going to make a dolt of himself, and I am sure Violet is as fond of admiration as any one. She was always hanging after the professor until he was positively engaged to Gertrude."
At 10 A. M. passed through the small town of Mount Washington. Here was where the skirmish of the day previous had taken place. At 3 o'clock crossed a small stream, called Floyd's Fork. The bridge had been destroyed by the Rebels. We had no difficulty in fording the stream, owing to the low stage of water. This was six miles from Mount Washington, and fourteen miles from Bardstown.
That Floyd's own unwisdom should have placed the bar between himself and this magnificent woman is almost more than she can endure. He has dropped in one morning and accompanied them to a matinée. A foreign friend has sent madame tickets, and he had an hour or two on his hands while waiting for proofs. In all these interviews Violet's name has not been mentioned.
He has deputed Connery to find him some efficient mechanician to go over the factory and see what can be done. Surely Wilmarth cannot oppose anything for their united interest, unless, indeed, he means to ruin if he cannot rule. There is a misgiving in Floyd's mind that he is purposely allowing everything to depreciate with a view of getting it cheaply into his own hands.
"There is no mistake," sighed the girl. "He told me the other day that he had relatives in Tennessee. Oh, mother, more people know it than you think. I have always felt that they knew. So many have noticed that you and I do not look alike." Mrs. Floyd's eyes were moist and her face was wrung with sympathy. She put her arms around the girl and drew her to her breast.
Timidly she raised her arms and drew down her father's face to hers. "I'm glad, I'm awful glad that you're mine and you're Floyd's, too. Oh, I'm so glad! And you say my mother " "Yes, Dear," Vandecar murmured, deeply moved; "a beautiful mother, who is waiting and longing for her girl. Dear God, how thankful I am to be able to restore you to her!"
I have given the account of Floyd's journey at some length as illustrating the experience of a typical party of surveyors. The journal has never hitherto been alluded to, and my getting hold of it was almost accidental. There were three different kinds of explorers.
"Floyd's marriage always will be a great disappointment to me. She is such a child, just a fit companion for Cecil!" When Floyd watches her in his questioning way her sweet face brightens and her soft brown eyes glow with delight. "I wonder if you are happy?" he says this evening when they are alone. "Happy?" He reads it in her eyes, her voice, in the exultation visible in every feature.
Flea turned back into the room, as Ann hurried away at another call from Everett, and muttered: "If I loved ye less, Sister Ann, I wouldn't have lied to ye." Floyd's eyes questioned her as she passed him. "Fluke," said she, coming to a halt, "I told Sister Ann I was mad at you, and I wasn't. You won't tell her, will ye?" "No," replied Flukey wonderingly, "I won't tell her nothin'."
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