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It seemed that every moment he spent in her presence increased her effect upon him. Lenore felt this, and that buoyed up her failing courage. "Kurt, you've made a very distressing a terrible and horrible blunder," she said, with a desperation that must have seemed something else to him. "My heavens! What have I done?" he gasped, his face growing paler. How ready he was to see more catastrophe!
Anderson, I'm I'm a little afraid he'll " "Well, son, I'm not afraid," interrupted the rancher. "I'll beard the old lion in his den. You talk to Lenore." "Please don't speak of the war," said Kurt, appealingly. "Not a word unless he starts roarin' at Uncle Sam," declared Anderson, with a twinkle in his eyes, and turned toward the house. "He'll roar, all right," said Kurt, almost with a groan.
It had been Lady Tyrrell who pacified him with assurances that she would soon do better; no one wished to force her conscience, and Lenore, always on the watch, began to wonder whether her sister had any reason for wishing to keep her away, and longed the more for the house of truth and peace. So came on the bazaar day, which Mrs.
The pale face of Frau Lenore appeared at the window; Gemma waved her handkerchief to her, and the horses started. Soden is a little town half an hour's distance from Frankfort. It lies in a beautiful country among the spurs of the Taunus Mountains, and is known among us in Russia for its waters, which are supposed to be beneficial to people with weak lungs.
How closely they resembled one another then Lenore, a budding woman; Rose, a budding girl; and Kathleen, a rosy, radiant child! Lenore lost a little of her bloom. "What news, father?" she asked. "Haven't you heard from him?" returned Anderson. "Not for a whole week. He wrote the day he reached Spokane. But then he hardly knew anything except that he'd enlisted."
He had keen gray eyes, and their look was that of a man used to dealing with his kind and well disposed toward them. "Hello! Are you young Dorn?" he asked. "Yes, sir," replied Kurt, stepping out. "I'm Anderson, from Ruxton, come to see your dad. This is my girl Lenore." Kurt acknowledged the slight bow from the veiled young woman, and then, hesitating, he added, "Won't you come in?" "No, not yet.
"Why don't you laugh, then?" retorted Lenore. "You're white. Your eyes are big and purple. You look like a starved cannibal.... If that's what it's like to be in love excuse me I'll never fall for any man!" "You ought to be in bed. Mother I recommend the baby of the family be sent up-stairs." "Yes, child, it's long past your bedtime," said Mrs. Anderson. "Aw, no!" wailed Kathleen.
I'll take no foolish risks. I've got men watchin' the house an' ranch. But I'd better have the cowboys down. There's Jake he spots some prowlin' coyotes the minute we reach home." Anderson unlocked and opened the door. The hall was dark and quiet. He turned on the electric light. Lenore was detaching her veil. "You look pale," he said, solicitously. "No wonder. That was a ride.
Wet or dry, it seemed that her feet refused to stay still, and once again she was wandering. A gray, slate-colored field of oats invited her steps, and across this stretch she saw a long yellow slope of barley, where the men were cutting. Beyond waved the golden fields of wheat. Lenore imagined that when she reached them she would not desire to wander farther.
Perhaps it was a sign of advancing years and weakening mind that this fine specimen of a fine service felt that, when flying some thousands of feet above the earth, he was nearer to Lenore in Heaven.
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