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"I am the girl who came to ask you for your pictures. Perhaps you think it is strange for me to come to Harriet Hamlin's reception when she was so rude to me last night. But I am not a guest. Besides, newspaper people are not expected to have any feelings. My newspaper sent me to find out what people were here this afternoon. So here I am! I know everybody in Washington.
She knew no one was ever allowed to lay a hand on Mr. Hamlin's desk. Even Harriet herself never dared to touch it. But what harm could it do Mr. Hamlin for Barbara to pick up the book she desired? She would not disarrange a single paper. Bab reached out, intending to secure what she wished. But immediately she felt her arm seized and held in a tight grip.
The hidden marksman shot twice, evidently discerning only dim outlines at which to aim; the red flame of discharge cut the gloom like a knife. One ball hurtled past Hamlin's head; the other found billet in Wade's horse, and the stricken creature toppled over, bearing its dead burden with him. The Sergeant ripped off his glove, found the trigger with his half-frozen fingers, and fired twice.
"No; be still for a moment; step back there in the shadow, and let me go in alone." He stepped forward, his grasp already on the curtain, when a woman's voice spoke within: "Yes, that was what I meant; he does not know you yet. But you must keep away." The speaker was Mrs. Dupont, but Hamlin's one thought was to prevent any discovery of Miss McDonald.
Even beyond the danger of Dupont's report to Black Kettle, this snow-bound valley was not so far away from that chief's camp as to be safe from invasion by young warriors in search of game. All this flashed upon Hamlin's consciousness instantly, even as his heart thrilled to her frank avowal. "This is so strange I can hardly realize the truth," he said gravely.
He rode through Baymouth without drawing rein; only giving a rapid glance of recognition as he passed the broad show-window of Hamlin's bookstore, which used to be the wonder and delight of his destitute boyhood. It was still early in the morning when he reached Woodside and rode up to the cottage gate. How bright and cheerful the cottage looked that splendid winter morning.
Hamlin's house another hour after she learned his opinion of her. Ruth knew it would not be well for Bab to rush off home in sudden anger, leaving a false impression behind her. Barbara must stay in Mr. Hamlin's house until he himself apologized to her. Ruth did not dare to go back upstairs to the other girls immediately after her interview with her uncle.
Lawler's eyes were steady and unblinking as he watched Hamlin; they bored into Hamlin's with a compelling intensity, that brought a conviction of futility into Hamlin's soul. They were cold eyes cold as icebergs, Hamlin thought as he watched them; but they seemed to flame also, to flame with a fire that was cold as the ice in them.
But I do say you'll make him happy NOW; and, ez I reckon you're about ez badly stuck after that chap ez I ever saw any woman, you won't be hurtin' your own feelin's either." The blood left Peg's face as she looked up. "But that's WHY I can't give him the money and he won't marry me without it." Mr. Hamlin's hand dropped from the last button of his waistcoat.
She choked back a sob of despair, and glanced down again into Hamlin's face. He did not stir but his eyes were open, regarding her in bewilderment. "Molly," he whispered, forgetting, "is this really you? What has happened?" The girl's eyes filled instantly with tears, but she did not move, except that the clasp of her hands grew stronger. "Yes, I am Molly; please do not move yet.
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