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Updated: September 2, 2025
It had not been difficult to come to the conclusion that for Jeannette's sake they would accept him, and that for his own sake they were forced, in varying degrees, to like him. How could they help it? she wondered, when they looked at his fine, frank face and observed his manly bearing.
She had read in her cousin's face, as Jeannette's eyes met Stuart's when she first caught sight of him, that she was much more than commonly glad to see him, and the observer had noted with what an air of joyous comradeship the two had hurried, laughing, down the aisle to the rear door after Stuart's proposal. But the hour was soon over.
The beautiful seventeenth century room, like a reflection on the spirit of democracy, was getting on Jeannette's nerves. The strain of listening, watching the big mahogany door for the expected entrance of Lord Chilminster, at last reduced her to a state of apathy, and when he did come quietly in she was taken by surprise. "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting," he said. Jeannette stared.
"I believe he is," she admitted, trying not to let her colour rise beneath the accusing expression in his eyes. "And you didn't mention it?" "Didn't I? He's Jeannette's and Rosalie's friend, not mine." "No; he's something more than a friend to you or means to be. I might have known he'd work this scheme. It's good-bye to you in earnest then." "Jimps! Please don't. It's nothing of the sort.
He had been welcomed with deep, quiet gladness by the home folks, and he had talked a little over the telephone with the preacher. Then time was a laggard until he could head the Farwell car toward Deep Creek and the old farm. Jeannette's welcome was all that even he could ask, though, of course, just precisely what it was is none of our business.
The next Sunday would be his and Marty's, but this would be his and Jeannette's. Not that he needed to make any special plans for being with Jeannette Shenk; of late he had found the half hour drive down to the old farm the prelude to a pleasant evening.
A small dinner was to precede the dance, and all sorts of scheming for Georgiana's pleasure had been fermenting in Jeannette's brain on the way home. "I've arranged with Rosalie to put you next her special prize the most wonderful man she knows. All her set are crazy over him, though he belongs in ours fast enough.
But his business was not the squiring of angular Frenchwomen. Shots were heard at the top of the rock, a trampling rush, and then exulting shouts. The English had taken Vergor's camp. The hand was gone from Jeannette's wrist, the hand which gave her such rapture and such pain by its firm fraternal grip. Colonel Fraser leaped to the plain, and was in the midst of the skirmish.
Jeannette's reaction was quicker than thinking; "Would you go half way around the world just for that?" she asked, with a hint of alarm. "Why, yes, I would," said J.W., "that is, if you were willing." Whereupon everybody laughed but Jeannette, whose pale cheeks flamed into sudden rosiness. The minister came to her rescue.
For with the invitation had come instantly the bitter realization they could not afford to go! Her recent trip on the occasion of Jeannette's illness had taxed their always slender resources, and until the money should come in for the last bale of rugs sent away, there was only enough in the family treasury to keep them supplied with the necessities of life.
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