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There was the getting of pay the selling of a Morgan yearling colt sufficed the owner of the land for that and the end of one part of one human being's life was reached. He went to town again and lived there a week or two. A life not held in bonds, but somehow under all control. It was curious; he could not understand it; but, even in the wood, he had out-grown Mrs. Rolfston. He was with her much.
Harlson, wiser, was much the more guilty of the two and deserved some punishment, but, as an equation, it could, at least, since he was young, be said in his defense that as he was to Jenny so had Mrs. Rolfston been to him. The person who had changed things was that same fair animal of the town.
All fellows have little fancies, I suppose. I have, anyhow. I liked this, though I did not know who made it. My sister told me, and I have come to thank you. Why did you do it for me?" That was putting the case plainly enough, certainly, and promptly enough, but it was not of a nature to trouble Mrs. Rolfston. This was a clever woman, married ten years, and of experiences which varied.
He was glad the fence was nearing completion, and that with the money due him life in the big city would begin. He clambered upon the clover-mow, and tossed about uneasily on the blanket upon which he had thrown himself still dressed. It was some time before he slept, and then odd dreams came. He thought he had taken Jenny to the town, and that Mrs. Rolfston seemed always near them, yet in hiding.
A week or two later she brought me that tie, and I inclosed it. Pretty, isn't it?" "Very pretty." The young man on the grass was thinking. He knew Mrs. Rolfston slightly; knew her as the wife of a well-to-do man who saw but little of her husband. Daughter of a poor man of none too good character in the little town, she had grown up shrewd, self-possessed, and with much animal beauty.
Rolfston, who was infatuated with the savagery of his wooing and madly discontent with the certainty that she must lose him. She made wild propositions, which he laughed at. She would remove to the city; she would do many things. He said only that the present was good, and that she was fair to look upon.
Rolfston waited upon him how gifted is a woman of thirty and he felt bands upon him, and liked it, and would not reason to himself concerning it. And one night, late, came a panting servant Mrs.
The father laughed, and said that, had there been a burglar, he must have fled already, and the young man, laughing too, said that some one must go anyhow, in all courtesy to defenseless women, and that if Mrs. Rolfston feared for her front porch, he would lie upon a blanket in the lawn beside it to set her mind at rest.
You have softened with six years of only study." The boy laughed as well. "You needn't fear," he said. "All strength is not attained upon a farm, and I want to swing an ax and maul again." And that day he set out afoot for the home of the man who needed a fence. He told Mrs. Rolfston briefly. She paled a trifle, but made no objection. He said he would make visits to the town.
What a gift women have in producing physical effects upon the creature male, no matter what the woman's status. Mrs. Rolfston came in with a look of half inquiry on her face and with a presentation of herself which was perfect in its way.
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