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"Gives us away! I like that!" "My phrase was unfortunate. I like Smith girls," he hastened to say; and in five minutes they were on the friendliest terms talking of mutual acquaintances a fact which both puzzled and hurt Berea. Their laughter angered her, and whenever she glanced at them and detected Siona looking into Wayland's face with coquettish simper, she was embittered.
A gray shadow had plainly fallen between them. Berea sensed the change in his attitude, and traced it to the influence of the coquette whose smiling eyes and bared arms had openly challenged admiration. It saddened her to think that one so fine as he had seemed could yield even momentary tribute to an open and silly coquette. Wayland, for his part, was not deceived by Siona Moore.
He understood her fear, and yet he was unable to comfort her in the only way she could be comforted. That brief encounter with Siona Moore a girl of his own world had made all thought of marriage with Berea suddenly absurd.
We seldom agree." Moore's manner changed abruptly. "Indeed! And what is the son of W. W. Norcross doing out here in the Forest Service?" The change in her father's tone was not lost upon Siona, who ceased her banter and studied the young man with deeper interest, while Mrs. Belden, detecting some restraint in Berrie's tone, renewed her questioning: "Where did you camp last night?" "Right here."
It seemed pitifully unjust that she should have this physical hardship in addition to her uneasiness of mind. Berea suffered a restless night, the most painful and broken she had known in all her life. She acknowledged that Siona Moore was prettier, and that she stood more nearly on Wayland's plane than herself; but the realization of this fact did not bring surrender she was not of that temper.
He isn't so much to blame after all. Any man is likely to flare out when he finds another fellow cutting in ahead of him. Why, here you are wanting to kill Siona Moore just for making up to your young tourist." "But that's different." He laughed. "Of course it is. But the thing we've got to guard against is old lady Belden's tongue.
'The tempest-god's pinions o'ershadow the sky, The waves leap to welcome the storm that is nigh, Through the hall of old Odin re-echo the shocks That the fierce ocean hurls at his rampart of rocks, As, alone on the crags that soar up from the sands, With his virgin SIONA the young AGNAR stands; Tears sprinkle their dew on the sad maiden's cheeks, And the voice of the chieftain sinks low while he speaks: "Crippled in the fight for ever, Number'd with the worse than slain; Weak, deform'd, disabled! never Can I join the hosts again!
Berrie did not mind her father's explanation; on the contrary, she took a distinct pleasure in letting the other girl know of the long and intimate day she was about to spend with her young lover. Siona, too adroit to display her disappointment, expressed polite regret. "I hope you won't get storm-bound," she said, showing her white teeth in a meaning smile.
He divined that she had been talking with Berrie, and that a fairly clear understanding of the situation had been reached. That this understanding involved him closely he was aware; but nothing in his manner acknowledged it. She did not ask any questions, believing that sooner or later the whole story must come out. The fact that Siona Moore and Mrs.
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