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There are also men of his type, who for a time, at least, appear immune from the disasters which follow the one rash venture the prudent make, and it was half in frolic and half in malice he rode to Silverdale dressed as a prairie farmer in the light of day, and forgot that their occupation sets a stamp he had never worn upon the tillers of the soil.
"I feel that I ought to go to them," she said. He glanced at her as though her determination to leave Silverdale so soon surprised him. "They will be very happy to see you, Honora," he said. "They have been very lonesome." She softened. Some unaccountable impulse prompted her to ask: "And you? Have you missed me a little?" He did not answer, and she saw that he was profoundly affected.
I have been showing him Silverdale." "And where is he? It seems to me I invited him to stay all night, and Joshua tells me he extended the invitation." "We were in the little summer-house, and suddenly he discovered that it was late and he had to catch the seven o'clock train," faltered Honora, somewhat disconnectedly.
Then the door swung to, and she was home again in the wooden grange of Silverdale, which stood far remote from any civilization but its own on the frozen levels of the great white plain.
"They will reap this year a handful of cents on every bushel," he said. "A fine gentleman is Colonel Barrington, but some of them will be thankful there's a better head than the one he has, at Silverdale." "Yes, sir," said Corporal Payne, who wore the double chevrons for the first time, and surmised that his companion's observations were not without their purpose. Stimson glanced at the bridge.
It was next day when Ferris came, evidently ill at ease, though he greeted Miss Barrington with elaborate courtesy, and would have done the same with her niece, but the girl turned from him with visible disdain. "Sit down," she said coldly. "Colonel Barrington is away, but his sister will take his place, and after him I have the largest stake in the welfare of Silverdale.
Any way, I found the views of one or two men who make big deals were much the same as mine, and I'll speak to Miss Barrington." "Then, if you wait a little, you will have an opportunity. She is here, you see." Winston looked disconcerted. "She should not have been. Why didn't you send her home? There'll be snow before she reaches Silverdale." Macdonald laughed.
That team with the gang plows and cultivators cost me more dollars than I care to remember." "No doubt," said Barrington dryly. "Still, we have always considered oxen good enough for breaking prairie at Silverdale." Winston nodded. "I used to do so, sir, when I could get nothing better, but after driving oxen for eight years one finds out their disadvantages."
He was president of the Sutton Golf Club, and had arranged to play a match with Mr. Spence. This gentleman, it appeared, was likewise an enthusiast, and had brought to Silverdale a leather bag filled with sticks. "Won't you come, too, Miss Leffingwell?" he said, as he took a second cup of coffee. Somewhat to the astonishment of the Holt family, Robert seconded the invitation.
Still, there was no disbelief in the elder lady's eyes, and the girl's faith remained unshaken. "Eight years," she said, with a little smile, "is a very long while." "Yes," said Winston, "horribly long, and one year at Silverdale is worth them all that is, a year like this one, which is going to be remembered by all who have sown wheat on the prairie, and that leads up to something.
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