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Updated: June 29, 2025
I'm going to take the canteen and some slices of meat, so I sha'n't be hungry or thirsty. I count on being back in three days; but if I'm gone five you mustn't think anything has gone wrong, for it may be a longer trip than I'm reckonin' on. I love you, and daddy, and Margie mighty well; and this footing it across the desert ain't half as dangerous as you think for. Your son,
Weldon in her violet moire-antique and family diamonds, went through the stately parlors once more to assure herself that everything was au fait. At five o'clock the task of dressing the bride began. The bridesmaids were in ecstacies over the finery, and they took almost as much pains in dressing Margie as they would in dressing themselves for a like occasion.
You know I haven't heard much in all these long months. My mother wrote but seldom. Lorna, my kid sister, forgot me, I guess.... Helen always was a poor correspondent. Dal answered my letters, but she never told me anything about home. When we first got to France I heard often from Margie Henderson and Mel Iden crazy kind of letters love-sick over soldiers.... But nothing for a long time now."
I fled away from the place and knew nothing of the fearful deed done there until the papers announced it the next day." "And I suspected you of the crime! O, Archer! Archer! how could I ever have been so blind? How can you ever forgive me?" "I want forgiveness, Margie. I doubted you. I thought you were false to me, and had fled with Castrani. That unfortunate glove confirmed you, I suppose.
"What can be the matter? She was well enough three hours ago." "O, do not be uneasy. It is nothing serious. A headache, I think. She will be well after a night's rest. Cannot I prevail on you to sit down?" "I think not, to-night, thank you. I will call to-morrow. Give Margie my best love, and tell her how sorry I am that she is ill." Alexandrine promised, and Mr. Trevlyn bowed himself out.
Mrs. Stevens and six-year-old Margie were in a less forlorn condition as to garments; but they also needed a new outfit sadly, and nearly every day young Dick told them confidentially that he would attend to the matter immediately after arriving at Willow Point, even if it became necessary for him to sell his rifle, the only article of value he owned.
"Do you know what Daren said?" demanded Margaret, in a frenzy of excitement. "No. None of the girls know. We can only imagine. That makes it worse. If Fanchon knows she won't tell. But it is gossip all over town. We'll hear it soon. All the girls in town are imagining. It's spread like wildfire. And what do you think, Margie? In church on Sunday Doctor Wallace spoke of it. He mentioned no names.
Nature proved a true friend to the sore heart of the girl. The breezes, so fresh, and sweet, and clear, soothed Margie inexpressibly. The sunshine was a message of healing; the songs of the birds carried her back to her happy childhood. Wandering through the leafy aisles of the forest, she seemed brought nearer to God and his mercy.
Margie blushed crimson, but she answered, proudly: "Why need I be ashamed to confess it? I do. I love him with my whole soul!" "And you do not think there is in you any possibility of a change?" "A change! What do you mean? Explain yourself." "You do not think the time will ever come when you will cease to love Mr. Arthur Trevlyn?" "It will never come!"
By this time Edith and Margie had got along far enough to sit with their arms around each other's waists. One would think they had known each other for years, they were so affectionate. We were talking about the voyage down from the Great Lakes, when the attention of the whole party was attracted by the music of a violin on the hurricane-deck. The instrument was well played.
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