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The fear that Ruth might return to the mountain before he could get rid of Mornie, and the slight anxiety that had grown upon him to know something of his brother's movements, and to be able to govern them as he wished, caused him to hit upon the plan of constructing an ingenious advertisement to be published in the San Francisco journals, wherein the missing Ruth should be advised that news of his quest should be communicated to him by "a friend," through the same medium, after an interval of two weeks.
In the firm belief that he would never again see the sun rise upon it, he turned aside into a hazel-thicket, and, tearing out a few leaves from his pocket-book, wrote two letters, one to Rand, and one to Mornie, but which, as they were never delivered, shall not burden this brief chronicle of that eventful day.
''Tis Mornie, the lost found! The 'Pet' advances: 'And the father is? 'Not Rand! The 'Pet' kneeling: 'Just Heaven, I thank thee! No, it is " "Hush!" said Rand appealingly, looking toward the cabin. "Hush it is!" said the actor good-naturedly. "But it's all right, Mr. Rand: we'll pull you through."
The sulky young gentleman took no outward notice of her. Mrs. Sol's attendance upon Mornie prevented her leaving the cabin, and Rand and Miss Euphemia dined in the open air alone. The ridiculousness of keeping up a formal attitude to his solitary companion caused Rand to relax; but, to his astonishment, the "Pet" seemed to have become correspondingly distant and formal.
He paused on the topmost step, and listened: there was no sound from the ledge, or the Eagle's Nest that clung to it. Half timidly he descended the winding steps, and paused before the door of the cabin. "Mornie," he said, in a dry, metallic voice, whose only indication of the presence of sickness was in the lowness of its pitch, "Mornie!" There was no reply.
It being a lovely summer afternoon, the couch of Mornie was lifted out on the ledge, and she lay there basking in the sunlight, drinking in the pure air, and looking bravely ahead in the daylight as she had in the darkness, for her couch commanded a view of the mountain flank. And, lying there, she dreamed a pleasant dream, and in her dream saw Rand returning up the mountain-trail.
But when Mornie turned, and placed the baby in its father's arms, they were so isolated in their happiness, that the lower world beneath them might have swung and drifted away, and left that mountain-top the beginning and creation of a better planet. "You know all about it now," said Sol the next day, explaining the previous episodes of this history to Ruth: "you've got the whole plot before you.
By what means I know not, Miss Euphemia managed to restore Rand's confidence in himself and in her, and in a little ramble on the mountain-side got him to relate, albeit somewhat reluctantly, the particulars of his rescue of Mornie from her dangerous position on the broken trail. "And, if you hadn't got there as soon as you did, she'd have fallen?" asked the "Pet."
"I don't like to trouble you," she said, indeed, they had seldom troubled him with the details of Mornie's convalescence, or even her needs and requirements, "but the doctor is alarmed about Mornie, and she has asked to see you. I think you'd better go in and speak to her. You know," continued Mrs.
Stalactites?" "Stylites," suggested Mrs. Sol. "Stylites, off from his pillar here. "Don't be a fool, Sol!" "One of them being the protector of the well-known Mornie Nixon," responded Mrs. Sol, viciously accenting the name with her knitting-needles. "Rosy, you're unjust. You're prejudiced by the reports of the town. Mr. Pinkney's interest in her may be a purely artistic one, although mistaken.
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