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MacGlowrie was looking wearily over some accounts on the desk before her, and absently putting back some tumbled sheaves from the stack of her heavy hair. For the widow had a certain indolent Southern negligence, which in a less pretty woman would have been untidiness, and a characteristic hook and eyeless freedom of attire which on less graceful limbs would have been slovenly.
"Agreed if we will ride home together." They did. And before the year was over, although they both remained, the name of MacGlowrie had passed out of Laurel Spring. "The kernel seems a little off color to-day," said the barkeeper as he replaced the whiskey decanter, and gazed reflectively after the departing figure of Colonel Starbottle.
If," he added more earnestly, "you won't confide in your physician you will perhaps to to a FRIEND." But Mrs. MacGlowrie, evading his earnest eyes as well as his appeal, was wondering what good it would do either a doctor, or a a she herself seemed to hesitate over the word "a FRIEND, to hear the worriments of a silly, nervous old thing who had only stuck a little too closely to her business."
"But you WERE shocked, for you rode away the last time without speaking," she said; "and yet" she looked up suddenly into his eyes with a smileless face "that man you saw me with once had a better right to ride alone with me than any other man. He was" "Your lover?" said Blair with brutal brevity. "My husband!" returned Mrs. MacGlowrie slowly. "Then you are NOT a widow," gasped Blair. "No.
Few of its citizens dared to aspire to the dangerous eminence of succeeding the defunct MacGlowrie; few could hope that the sister of living Boompointers would accept an obvious mesalliance with them. However sincere their affection, life was still sweet to the rude inhabitants of Laurel Spring, and the preservation of the usual quantity of limbs necessary to them in their avocations.
For when I first arrived across the plains, at the frontier, I was still bearing my husband's name, and although I was alone and helpless, I found myself strangely welcomed and respected by those rude frontiersmen. It was not long before I saw it was because I was presumed to be the widow of ALLEN MacGlowrie who had just died in San Francisco.
It was needless to say that all this was intensely diverting to the bystanders, and proportionally discomposing to Blair, who already experienced some slight jealousy of the colonel as a man whose fighting reputation might possibly attract the affections of the widow of the belligerent MacGlowrie. He had cursed his folly and relapsed into gloomy silence until the colonel left.
I never thought there was any harm in it; it seemed to keep the men off, and leave me free until I knew you! And you know I didn't want you to believe it don't you?" She hid her flushed face and dimples in her handkerchief. "But did you never think there might be another way to keep the men off, and sink the name of MacGlowrie forever?" said Blair in a lower voice.
"Perhaps you were startled?" said the doctor. Mrs. MacGlowrie glanced up quickly and looked away. "No! Let me see! I was just passing through the hall, going into the dining room, when everything seemed to waltz round me and I was off! Where did they find me?" she said, turning to Miss Morvin. "I picked you up just outside the door," replied the housekeeper. "Then they did not see me?" said Mrs.
"And now you wonder why I gave him a meeting here?" "I wonder at nothing but your courage and patience in all this suffering!" said Blair fervently; "and at your forgiving me for so cruelly misunderstanding you." "But you must learn all. When I first saw MacGlowrie under his assumed name, I fainted, for I was terrified and believed he knew I was here and had come to expose me even at his own risk.
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