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Updated: June 3, 2025
The neighbors helped all they could, but in a few days the father of the baby was gone, and the little girl-wife was left alone to care for the baby.
Had Lance Desmond shared Roy's gift for visions, he might have seen, in spirit, the ghosts of his mother and father, in the pride of their youth, and that first legendary girl-wife, of whom Thea had once told him all she knew, and whose grave he had seen in Kohat cemetery with a queer mingling of pity and resentment in his heart.
She had grown to womanhood submitting meekly to an iron rule; but none the less betraying an acute repugnance for certain doctrines preached by her father. It seemed to the old man a long way to look back; and then a long way to come forward again, past the death of his girl-wife while their child was still tender, down to the amazing iniquity of that child's revolt, in her thirty-first year.
At Lee Congdon's suggestion, she abandoned the cross-saddle. And he did. She could see approval in his eyes when she rode out for the first time in conventional riding-skirt, looking very slim and strong and graceful. "I can't stand for the 'hard hat," she confessed. "I'll wear a cap or a sombrero, but no skillet for me." These were perfect days for the girl-wife.
"Oh, I'll be all right, won't I?" She looked at the stern-featured youth. "If you can shoot and don't care," Larry replied without a smile. "I can shoot," Nelia said, showing her pistol. "That's river Law!" Larry cried, smiling. "That's Law. You came out the Upper River?" "Yes," she nodded. "Then I bet " the girl-wife started to speak, but stopped, blushing. "Yes," Nelia smiled a hard smile.
The hall was deserted and seemed infinitely lonely, silent, and grim. The young girl-wife, who had just found a friend only to lose him again, called out in mute appeal to this old house, the oak-covered walls, the very stones themselves, for sympathy.
The handsome, inanimate girl-wife never appeared by herself in the streets of Askatoon, but always in the company of her morose husband, whose only human association seemed to be his membership in the Methodist body so prominent in the town.
Their love for each other had increased each day, and their happiness seemed almost greater than they could bear on that memorable morn when the husband bent fondly over his young girl-wife, who laid a hand on each side of his face, and while the great tears rolled down her cheeks, whispered joyfully, "I can see you, darling; I can see!"
After this Mr. Bernard became a changed and better man, weeping often over the fate of his young girl-wife and his infant daughter, whom he greatly loved. Other troubles he had, too, secret troubles which he confided to me in the letter brought by Mr. Hudson.
He heard the carriage wheels as they rolled from the door, and the sound seemed grinding his life to atoms, for by that token he knew that Edith was gone that to him there was nothing left save the little mound at his feet and the memory of his broken lily who slept beneath it. How he wanted her now wanted his childish Nina his fair girl-wife, to comfort him.
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