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Margie, had hoped he would not come; in his absence she could have enjoyed the sojourn, but his presence destroyed for her all the charms of sea and sky. She grew frightened, sometimes, when she thought how intensely she hated him. And in October she was to become his wife. Some way, Margie felt strangely at ease on the subject.
The men backed the boat a little, and the guide just touched the tail of the reptile. This woke him, and without waiting to bid adieu to the party, he scurried up the log, and disappeared in the trees on the bank of the stream. Miss Margie was greatly relieved when he was gone. The oarsmen gave way again, but had not taken three strokes before one of them tipped over an alligator in the water.
For a moment she looked wonderingly at him, then put her hand up to his forehead and gently pulled a lock of his fair hair that always curled there an old trick of hers. Then she looked down at his vest pocket, slowly pulled out his watch and held it to her ear. The next minute her arms slipped round his neck. "Papa," she said, "papa been away from Margie a long time." Young Wingate was sobbing.
I set myself to ascertain if you cared for him. And I was satisfied beyond a doubt that you did not." "You were correct. I did not." "He was a villain of the deepest dye, Margie. I do not know as Arabel Vere sinned in ridding the earth of him.
Margie had passed the summer there, with an old friend of her mother for company, he was told, and would not come back to the city before December. It was a cold, stormy night in September, when he knocked at the door of Miss Harrison's residence; but a cheery light shone from the window, and streamed out of the door which the servant held open.
"We'll find his shoes next," the Chief called to Ranger West; "and then pretty soon the end of the trail for him. Can't go far barefoot in this hot sand." "Say," Ranger West shouted, "White Mountain, Poison Spring is just around the bend. We'll find the poor devil flattened out there sure. You ride slow, Margie, and we'll hurry along." I didn't say anything, but I hurried along too.
Darby, the detective, whose services had been engaged in the affair, exerted all his powers of entreaty on the dog, but the animal clung to Margie, and would not even look in the direction of the almost frantic detective. "It's no use, Miss Harrison," said Darby, "the cur wont stir an inch. You will have to come with him! Sorry to ask ye, but this thing must be seen into."
'We'll have to ask Aunt Truth, said Margery; 'that is too difficult a thing for us to answer. 'Wasn't it nice I catched that big bull-frog, Margie? cried Dick, his eyes shining with anticipation. 'Now I'll have as many as seven or 'leven frogs and lots of horned toads when Elsie comes, and she can help me play with 'em.
"Thank you; I know that you are all that is kind and good in your plans for me, Aunt Margie," Louis responded, in a conciliatory tone, "and you need not fear that I am rashly going to throw Kitty over; we are the best of friends, although not acknowledged lovers. I cannot quite make up my mind to propose, for, really, I do not feel like tying myself down just yet."
You stooped and pressed your lips where his had been! Whose?" "I do not know indeed I do not! Why do you torture me so, Alexandrine?" "My poor child, I will say no more. Good-night, Margie. I trust you will have a pleasant evening with Mr. Trevlyn." Margie caught the flowing skirt of Miss Lee's dress. "You shall tell me all! I must know.
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