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"Not enough to keep you from using it," she replied in a low voice. "I owe you a great deal." He noted, too, how quickly she had recovered herself. Her head was a little higher. She looked toward the tents. "You were not mistaken," she added. "I smell new-made bread!" "And I shall emphasize the first half of it Ladygray," said John Aldous, as if speaking to himself.
You wouldn't guess that for more than forty years that blessed old wanderer ahead of us has loved a dead woman, would you? You wouldn't think that for nearly half a century, year in and year out, winter and summer alike, he has tramped the northern mountains a lost spirit with but one desire in life to find at last her resting-place? And yet it is so, Ladygray.
Aldous guessed its effect upon Joanne, and he determined to put an end to it. Again he rode up close beside her. "I want you to get better acquainted with old Donald," he said. "We're sort of leaving him out in the cold, Ladygray. Do you mind if I tell him to come back and ride with you for a while?" "I've been wanting to talk with him," she replied. "If you don't mind "
Something about her as she stood there, her back to the table, drew John Aldous to her side, forced the question from his lips: "Tell me, Ladygray why are you going to Tête Jaune?" In that same strange way, as if her lips were framing words beyond their power to control, she answered: "I am going to find my husband."
"I don't," he broke in quickly. "You'll love old Donald, Ladygray. And, if you can, I'd like to have you tell him all that you know about Jane. Let him know that I told you." She nodded. Her lips trembled in a smile. "I will," she said. A moment later Aldous was telling MacDonald that Joanne wanted him. The old mountaineer stared.
I was rushing it to an end at fever heat when you came." He saw the troubled look in her eyes, and hastened to add: "Let us not talk about that manuscript, Ladygray. Some day I will let you read it, and then you will understand why your coming has not hurt it. At first I was unreasonably disturbed because I thought that I must finish it within a week from to-day.
"Please, Ladygray!" "I may possibly think about it." With that she left him, and she did not look back as she and Peggy Blackton went into the house. But as they drove away they saw two faces at the window that overlooked the townward road, and two hands were waving good-bye. Both could not be Peggy Blackton's hands.
"You had better remain in the tent a little longer, Ladygray. I will go out and see if MacDonald has succeeded in drowning himself." Joanne did not answer, and Aldous stepped outside. He knew where to find the old hunter. He had gone up to the end of the timber, and probably this minute was in the little box canyon searching for the grave.
"That diminutizes it, you might say gives it the touch of sentiment I want. You can imagine a lover saying 'Dear little Ladygray, are you warm and comfy? He wouldn't say Ladygray as if she wore a coronet, would he?" "Smell-o'-bread fresh bread!" sniffed Joanne Gray, as if she had not heard him. "It's making me hungry. Will you please hurry me to it, John Aldous?"
Not one of the endowments I have made has failed of complete success." "And may I ask what some of them were?" "I can't remember them all. There have been a great, great many. Most conspicuous among them were three endowments which I made to some very worthy people at various times for seven salted mines. I suppose you know what a salted mine is, Ladygray?
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