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We looked," said Jasper, sadly. "There was a camp-fire twice, and signs of a camp. We felt sure they had come this way." Gardley shook his head and a look of abject despair came over his face. "There is no sign here," he said. "They must have gone some other way. Perhaps the Indian has carried her off. Are the other men following?" "No, Rogers sent them in the other direction after his girl.
Tanner came out just then with the paper he had gone after, for the stolidity of her lifetime was about breaking up. But, as he turned, Gardley gave her one of the rarest smiles of sympathy and understanding that a young man can give to an old woman; and Margaret, watching, loved him for it. It seemed to her one of the most beautiful things a young man had ever done.
Since the day that he had given Margaret his promise to make good, Gardley had been regularly employed by Mr. Rogers, looking after important matters of his ranch.
"I'm not a baby for home, but I do get a bit homesick about church-time. Sunday is such a strange day to me without a service." "Why not have one, then?" he suggested, eagerly. "We can sing and you could do the rest!" Her eyes lighted at the suggestion, and she cast a quick glance at the men. Would they stand for that sort of thing? Gardley followed her glance and caught her meaning.
He half expected to see a regiment each time he turned. He tried hurrying his horse, but when he did so the followers were just as close without any seeming effort. He tried to laugh it all off. Once he turned and tried to placate Gardley with a few shakily jovial words: "Look here, old fellow, aren't you the man I met on the trail the day Miss Earle went over to the fort?
But I couldn't. I just couldn't. 'Sides, I gotta go home an' git the men's grub ready." "Oh, can't she stay this time, Mr. Gardley?" appealed Margaret. "The men won't mind for once, will they?" Gardley looked into her true eyes and saw she really meant the invitation. He turned to the withered old woman by his side. "Mom, we're going to stay," he declared, joyously.
But when Gardley reached Ashland he found among his mail awaiting him a telegram. His uncle was dead, and the fortune which he had been brought up to believe was his, and which he had idly tossed away in a moment of recklessness, had been restored to him by the uncle's last will, made since Gardley's recent visit home. The fortune was his again!
Gardley alone too long, and, besides, I smell the dinner. I think they'll be waiting for us pretty soon. I'm going to take a few of these pictures down to show Mr. Gardley." She hastily gathered a few photographs together and led the bewildered little woman down-stairs again, and out in the yard, where Gardley was walking up and down now, looking off at the mountain.
Frederick West, and to fancy him going about among these people and trying to do them good. Before she knew what she was doing she laughed aloud at the thought. Then, of course, she had to explain to Bud and Gardley, who looked at her inquiringly. "Aw! Gee! Him? He wasn't a minister! He was a mistake! Fergit him, the poor simp!" growled Bud, sympathetically.
Well, she was too tired to-night to analyze it all, and she knelt beside her window in the starlight to pray. As she prayed her thoughts were on Lance Gardley once more, and she felt her heart go out in longing for him, that he might find a way to "make good," whatever his trouble had been.
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