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"You oughtn't come out here alone or go back alone.... All these strange men! Some of them hard customers! You'll excuse me, miss, but this harvest is not like other harvests." "I'll wait for my father and I'll not go out of sight," replied Lenore. Thanking the foreman for his thoughtfulness, she walked away, and soon she stood at the edge of the first wheat-field.
Some day perhaps it will all come clear. But, Lenore, all my life, if I live to be ninety, I shall hate Germans." "Oh, Kurt, it's too soon for you to to be less narrow, less passionate," replied Lenore, with hesitation. "I understand. The day will come when you'll not condemn a people because of a form of government of military class." "It will never come," asserted Dorn, positively.
"See hyar, Miss Lenore, I reckon you care a heap fer young Dorn beggin' your pardon?" queried Jake. "Care for him!... Jake, I love him." "Then take a hunch from me an' keep him home with you to-night." "Does father want Kurt Dorn to go wherever he's going?" "Wal, I should smile! Your dad likes the way Dorn handles I.W.W.'s," replied Jake, significantly. "Vigilantes!" whispered Lenore.
Lenore tried to still her mounting emotion. These days she seemed all imagination. Then she turned away her face. "Will you try to find out if Kurt Dorn died of his wound and all about him?" she asked, steadily, but very low. "Lenore, I sure will!" he exclaimed, with explosive emphasis. No doubt the sincerity of that reply was an immense relief to Anderson.
"Yes," ordered her mother. "But you'd never thought of it if Lenorry hadn't said so," replied Kathleen. "You should obey Lenore," reprovingly said Mrs. Anderson. "What? Me! Mind her!" burst out Kathleen, hotly, as she got up to go. "Well, I guess not!" Kathleen backed to the door and opened it. Then making a frightful face at Lenore, most expressive of ridicule and revenge, she darted up-stairs.
Alert and startled, I see Lenore listen to the names as if they summoned the wraiths and not the bodies of men whom she had supposed to be lost in the pampas of Paraguay, dead in the Papal prisons, sheltered in English homes, or tossing far away on the long voyages of the Pacific seas.
He did not understand, though he was forced to believe. He swore characteristically at the luck, and then at the great specialist. "I've known Indian medicine-men who could give that doctor cards an' spades," he exploded, with gruff finality. Lenore understood her father perfectly and imagined she understood the celebrated scientist. The former was just human and the latter was simply knowledge.
Dorn stopped in his tracks and gazed at her as if there were slight misgivings in his mind. "Lenore, if you owned this ranch would you want me me for your manager?" he asked, bluntly. "Yes," she replied. "You would? Knowing I was in love with you?" "Well, I had forgotten that," she replied, with a little laugh. "It would be rather embarrassing and funny, wouldn't it?"
With the wind in his face, however, Dorn saw nothing but the horses and the brown line ahead, and half the time they were wholly obscured in yellow dust. He began thinking about Lenore Anderson, just pondering that strange, steady look of a girl's eyes; and then he did not mind the dust or heat or distance. Never could he be cheated of his thoughts.
She said that after their conversation the day before yesterday, mamma had kept trying to get out of her something positive; but that she had put off Frau Lenore with a promise to tell her her decision within twenty-four hours; how she had demanded this limit of time for herself, and how difficult it had been to get it; how utterly unexpectedly Herr Klueber had made his appearance more starched and affected than ever; how he had given vent to his indignation at the childish, unpardonable action of the Russian stranger 'he meant your duel, Dimitri, which he described as deeply insulting to him, Klueber, and how he had demanded that 'you should be at once refused admittance to the house, Dimitri. 'For, he had added and here Gemma slightly mimicked his voice and manner "it casts a slur on my honour; as though I were not able to defend my betrothed, had I thought it necessary or advisable!
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