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Again for Jane Withersteen came the spinning of her brain in darkness, and as she whirled in endless chaos she seemed to be falling at the feet of a luminous figure a man Lassiter who had saved her from herself, who could not be changed, who would slay rightfully. Then she slipped into utter blackness.
Besides I owe him eternal gratitude for saving the life of little Fay." "I've heard of your love for Fay Larkin and that you intend to adopt her. But Jane Withersteen, the child is a Gentile!" "Yes. But, Elder, I don't love the Mormon children any less because I love a Gentile child. I shall adopt Fay if her mother will give her to me." "I'm not so much against that.
She was the daughter of Withersteen. Suppose she proved it, imperiously! But she quelled that proud temptation at its birth. Nothing could have replaced the affection which the village people had for her; no power could have made her happy as the pleasure her presence gave.
She watched the shadows lengthen down the slope; she felt the cool west wind sweeping by from the rear; and she wondered at low, yellow clouds sailing swiftly over her and beyond. "Don't look back!" said Lassiter. Thick-driving belts of smoke traveled by on the wind, and with it came a strong, pungent odor of burning wood. Lassiter had fired Withersteen House! But Jane did not look back.
A new conscious pride of worth dignified the old wild, free grace and poise. "Uncle Jim!" she said, tremulously, with a different smile from any Venters had ever seen on her face. Lassiter took her into his arms. "I reckon. It's powerful fine to hear that," replied Lassiter, unsteadily. Venters, feeling his eyes grow hot and wet, turned away, and found himself looking at Jane Withersteen.
Tull's men appeared under the cottonwoods and led a young man out into the lane. His ragged clothes were those of an outcast. But he stood tall and straight, his wide shoulders flung back, with the muscles of his bound arms rippling and a blue flame of defiance in the gaze he bent on Tull. For the first time Jane Withersteen felt Venters's real spirit.
But these fellers couldn't fool me, an' they didn't try very hard. I asked them, straight out like a man, why they left you like thet. I didn't forget to mention how you nursed Blake's poor old mother when she was sick, an' how good you was to Dorn's kids. They looked ashamed, Miss Withersteen. An' they jest froze up thet dark set look thet makes them strange an' different to me.
"Lassiter, you only dreamed that race," replied Venters, with a smile. "Oh, Bern, isn't it good that Black Star remembered her that she'll have him something left of her old home?" asked Bess, wistfully. "Indeed it is good. But, Bess, Jane Withersteen will find a new spirit and new happiness here." Jane came toward them, leading both horses. "Dear friends, I am happy. To-day I bury all regrets.
And Jane Withersteen talked and smiled and laughed with all the dazzling play of lips and eyes that a beautiful, daring woman could summon to her purpose. When the meal ended, and the men pushed back their chairs, she leaned closer to Lassiter and looked square into his eyes. "Why did you come to Cottonwoods?" Her question seemed to break a spell.
Northward the slope descended to a dim line of canyons from which rose an up-Hinging of the earth, not mountainous, but a vast heave of purple uplands, with ribbed and fan-shaped walls, castle-crowned cliffs, and gray escarpments. Over it all crept the lengthening, waning afternoon shadows. The rapid beat of hoofs recalled Jane Withersteen to the question at hand.
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