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"I thought you knew, Sam," she quietly replied, "that he never has been to see us but once." Her expression was not the least resentful.
"He'll never marry you. You're not his kind. Mrs. Payne is; there's a big difference."
The expression of her face was still unchanged.
"If he ever asks you to have him, look out; he'll never make you his wife."
Her breast went suddenly to heaving again, and he noted her distress with pleasure. She was Miller all over; if she would not talk, her guest would find a way to make her show feeling.
"All he wants is to get you in his arms-then see !"
He was blundering shamelessly, so dense as not to realise that her trust in the man he had been tra- ducing was too sincere to consider any defence of him necessary. She quietly rose, took a candle from the mantel and prepared to light it.
"Wait, Belle," he said, coaxingly; "I'll say no more against Miller. You've made a god of him, and he can't do wrong. You'll have heartache and trouble, though, as long as you love out of your
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class. Take me," he impetuously pleaded. "You know how -- "
"Please don't !" The swift change from Miller to himself had startled her, and she stood with her hand pressed to her throat and eyes pleading for her.
But he had waited long, and his own desire sub- merged all other emotion. "You must love me; you will as soon as you get him out of your thoughts. We were happy before he came-we'll be happy again. Think how long I've waited-all I've done."
"I have, Sam. I really have tried." She looked away from him, and added: "You're like a brother, and I love you the way I love Tom and Wash."
"I know, Belle; you've loved me that way a long time. You'll learn to love me better when we're married; that's your style. You can trust me-it has been ever since your father died. You were a little girl with dresses to your knees-I've been your friend through thick and thin."
She grasped the high mantel shelf, leaned her head on her upraised arm, and dreamily gazed into the fire.
"There never has been any other woman, honey-
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your image always. Ever since I was first made deputy sheriff have I been shaping things to marry you. I bought a big ranch the other day. It's for you."
She looked at him, pain and distress on her face. The hollows under her eyes were deepening and her voice had grown thin. "I've tried for months to let you see." Her lips trembled in an effort at self- control. "I haven't deceived you."
Her evident distress, her physical weakening, were signs of yielding, to his imagination; and he went on, regardless of the anguish he was causing, unconscious of his brutality : "I've worked and saved for that ranch many years. I know you'll like it."
Her thoughts were getting confused, and his voice sounded far off. She turned away her head again.
"I tried to save your home for you when he put you off ; tried to save you." Her cheek was resting against her arm as she leaned on the mantel, and she did not move. He gently laid a hand on her. "The scar on this arm I'll take to my grave. It was for your sake, sweetheart."
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"Oh, Sam, please!" The cry came from the depths of her womanhood as she faced him. She was trem- bling as if from a chill, and her cheeks were ashen. She kept her hand on the shelf to steady herself.
"You must love me, Belle-you will," he went on, desperately. "Say you'll be my wife. Trust me. You'll learn to love me as well as you think you love him."
She slowly shook her head, her eyes cast down, chained where she was by a feeling that she must fall if she stirred.
"I can't let you go, honey ; I won't. I'll be your lifelong slave; he'll be your master, whatever you are to him. Try me. Trust me, little girl-my only love."
He held out his arms; she looked at them out- stretched to her-at him. Something was obscuring her vision, and she slowly brushed her fingers across the lids. She groped for the mantel and swayed to- ward him; he caught her before she fell-she had swooned.
He was alarmed at what he had done, and quickly had Mrs. Clark working over her. The girl soon
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revived, and when she again became conscious she flung her arms about her mother and burst into a passion of tears.
He stood humbly by, waiting for her to speak. She turned, at last, her emotion controlled, and held out her hand. On her face was a light that made him think of angels.
"I want you to be my dear brother," she said.
He caught her fingers with a grip of despair and smothered them in both his trembling palms, then bent and tenderly kissed them. "Forgive me, Belle. I see now. I'm too rough. You wouldn't be happy with me. He called you a thoroughbred. You're fit for a king !- and Miller is a prince."
He turned and took down his hat and cloak.
"You mustn't go," protested Mrs. Clark, hasten- ing toward him.
"Yes; I must." He stopped to gaze at Belle, now reclining in an easy-chair. "You're the first woman I ever loved. I'll never find one so sweet. Good- bye."
When his step no longer sounded in the yard, Mrs. Clark closed the outer door, walked over and laid
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her hand caressingly on Belle's hair. The older woman had no words to express sympathy ; her life had been too repressed. But an impulse long mov- ing found expression, at last, in this tender act.
The girl reached gratefully up and clasped the thin, worn fingers. "I tried, mother. But I couldn't !"
Her mother knelt beside her and drew the troubled face down on her breast.
CHAPTER XXVI
WHEN I SHOULD FIND THEE
B ELLE'S interview with Bailey, although dis- tressing, proved a balm, for it awakened her to the selfishness of her own grieving. She had caused suffering to a well-loved friend, and the thought of his pain, of the hopeless days that must follow her refusal, took her fancy from her own misery by enlisting her sympathy for his.
As she lay in bed late the morning after the sher- iff's departure her mind went back over the swift changes a few months had wrought. Two suitors had asked for her love, both tried and manly fel- lows. Her throat filled with pride at the memory, even though both had failed her, for it was a com- fort to know that she had been prized.
The refusal of Bailey seemed inevitable. He might have been her intellectual superior until within the
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year, but she was rapidly outgrowing his horizon, and she more and more felt how lonely companion- ship with him would be. The animal stage of her existence was passing forever and her soul clam- oured for expression ; the animal stage of his exist- ence never would pass. It had been hard to say no, but the wisdom of the decision she could not ques- tion.
The misunderstanding with Miller, however, was a problem quite beyond her penetration. His neglect to follow up the opportunity she had tried to make plain very nearly unseated her reason the first week after their parting. Had the truth not come to her through the slow delay of unfulfilled days, had she realised at the hour how utterly he would fail her, the will-power that previous months of suffering had weakened must have given way under the strain of his desertion. But after days of such anguish as only ardent youth can feel, exhausted endurance left an apathy that served as an anodyne to her tortured fancy, and gave her courage to stiffen again under the burden that threatened to crush her down.
With returning tranquillity came renewed activity
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of her receptive mind; once more reason grew domi- nant over feeling, and womanhood asserted itself. As she gradually recognised her own emotions- her passion of loving, her craving to be loved-a doubt arose of Miller's worthiness; the man her fancy had garbed with the perfections, the impulses, of a god took on the shape of common clay, with all its native pettiness. Only two alternatives seemed possible : he must be stupid or insincere; and whether the one or the other, he was unworthy of confidence. The conclusion did not yield her consolation, but it changed the early humiliation of having failed Mil- ler to a growing contempt for his having failed her.
At the end of the second month the law of blessed compensations, which exhausts a love that finds no equal love to feed upon, had already begun to heal Belle's hurt, and bitterness and disappointment were giving way to regret. Her memory persisted in re- calling that last aggrieved glance of Miller's when they parted, as if he had measured her emotion by his own and found hers wanting. She resented the dis- appointment in his look, and all it implied, as she
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resented his heartlessness in neglecting her; never- theless, she continued to grieve because she had failed him.
As the days wore on, she found that life could go forward again, that her strength was responding to the burden she bore, and peace came slowly back into her heart; once more the sun shone, birds sang, and the perfume of spring was in the air. It was not quite the same as former springs-the joy- ous abandon of living had sobered-but in its place were memories and dreams that never before had come. Tireless activity no longer was necessary- a deeper attraction hiding in wooded solitudes where something within her welled up in divine thankfulness just for existence itself.
She soon took up, quite cheerfully, the round of daily cares, and now and again her mother caught the low notes of some old song, which she heard with swelling throat and misty vision. Colour came back to the girl's cheeks and her step regained its accustomed swing; but the alertness in her eyes had given way to the changeful depths of mountain pools, awaiting an image to be mirrored in them.
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And all the while Wash noted alterations in her dress. Her costumes had always pleased the younger brother's sense of fitness, merely because they had appeared part of her swing and dash. They had been not entirely mannish-rather, wild and striking; gradually, however, they were taking on an air of femininity and softness that sometimes em- barrassed the boy.
He called attention to the change one morning at table. "Maw," he said, "we've got a lady in the family."
But when the lady caught him in her arms, some- thing awoke, perhaps the feminine instinct latent in all men; and never again did he mention the subject.
This change in her raiment was not on Miller's account, however. Why should it be? She never saw him now, except at a distance; he did not come her way, and she was too feminine to go his way. She was changing the style of her clothing as she was changing other things-because it seemed fit and proper and gave her pleasure. And it must have been her own sense of fitness, since she avoided all men.
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Belle, as her spirits revived, turned her glances more frequently in the direction of Casa Grande. She was certain that Miller avoided Dry Creek, al- though she had left him no excuse to stay away. And yet, never a horseman passed from the direction of the old fort that she did not start and watch.
She took to climbing the range that overlooked the valley of Aguas Frias to scan the velvet carpet of the hills set with budding oak and flowering buckeye. She never sought for Miller; it was not his form that led her to that vantage point, even though she could readily distinguish him far away, as he rode to his daily tasks; but her wandering usually ended with a glimpse of him.
As the days lengthened and the air grew warm, she went more frequently to the brow of the hill. She passed even beyond, well in the cover of trees, ever nearer to the old house, developed the craft of an Indian in hiding, and found wild delight in ap- proaching Miller's haunts without being seen.
They met at last, face to face, riding on a narrow trail. He leaped from his saddle and held his horse on a steep bench while she passed.
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"Aren't you going to speak, John?" she asked.
He left his mount behind hers, went to her side, and clasped her warm, firm hand with the grip of proprietorship which had thrilled .her before. She would not yield to mere claiming, although she might to force, and she quickly drew away her fin- gers and averted her face.
"No," he smilingly answered; "not yet." He still failed to understand how she differed from the women of his class, who bestowed love as a gift, without any need of compulsion.
"When?" She spoke so low it was almost a sigh, and dropped her hand beside her, close enough to him to feel his breath on her fingers.
He clasped them again and looked up; her face was still turned away. He pressed the fingers to his lips, and lightly answered: "When you send for me."
As before, she abruptly rode off ; out at a turn in the trail she looked back happily, blew a kiss to him, and disappeared.
He stood a long time where she left him and som- brely gazed in the direction she had vanished. He
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must not follow-not yet. It was a trying ordeal, this waiting for her to recognise her own emotion. She either loved him so much, or hated him so in- tensely, that she could not be merely civil; and the slightest mistake on his part would drive her from him, perhaps beyond recovery.
He went back to his daily routine, this time sus- tained and comforted by the knowledge that she was hovering always near, like a mother-bird flitting about her nest-the shy advancing, the swift retreat- ing; and all the while he must not, by glance or motion, let her know that he was aware of her presence.
It came at last to be a matter of every-day occur- ence thus evasively to meet each other. Even Gyp understood what led her master to certain parts of his range, and the dog now took part in the by-play between maiden and man.
Belle must suddenly have become conscious that she was observed by Miller when the dog came into the action, for the girl disappeared from the range and her daily visits ceased.
Miller wandered alertly over the parts of his ranch
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that she had been in the habit of visiting, but with never a glimpse of her. He soon became satisfied that she was now observing him, and he found him- self the seeker, instead of the one sought. It pleased him to learn how intensely feminine she was and how persistently she refused to surrender. Then he, too, ceased his visits to that part of the range near Dry Creek.
The month of June was at hand, and everything in heaven above, and the earth beneath, and even the waters under the earth, was clamorous of love and conspiring with the lover. One night, as Miller was about to retire, wearied after a hard day's rid- ing, he thought he heard the swish of moccasined feet on the porch. The night was dark; Gyp was with Manuel, and his own vision could detect noth- ing but the shadowy underbrush. He whistled for the dog, and when she responded, there was no doubt who had made the noise on the porch. It was half an hour before Gyp returned, and she gave every sign of happiness, leaped on her master, whined, and tried to let him know where she had been. She succeeded quite well.
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The ranchero now changed the time of his wan- dering. He discovered that the girl was coming after dark, and she might easily approach close to the house without being molested by the dogs, every one of them knowing and loving her. He had an advantage in always taking Gyp along, for what her eyes could not see or her ears hear her keen scent could detect.
So the girl was forced from the range once again. Once again, however, she was equal to his vigilance, for her tracks betrayed her. Miller knew that she was still coming to the old house, although he beat the range nightly till after midnight, without finding her. Then it occurred to him to try the early morn- ing.
He came upon her at last, and only the girl's alert- ness saved her. It was a little before dawn, and Gyp, just ahead of him, barked sharply but joyously. He went swiftly to the spot, but dog and girl had fled; and, although he followed, he failed to over- take them.
The sun was peeping over the eastern hills when Gyp came back to him. About her throat was tied
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Belle's crimson ribbon. He had caught the flash of it on her hair that morning, in the dim light, and stood looking happily at his loved one's message. There could be no mistaking the signals: she had struck her colours, and he now might go and claim the citadel of her heart.
He stooped to take the ribbon from Gyp's neck, but she deftly avoided him and barked joyfully. When he went toward her, she leaped and bounded in the direction she had left Belle, as if to coax her master to follow. He surmised her object, and shook his head.
"Not yet, old lady," he said. "Let us wait an hour or two."
The day was Sunday, just a year since he had carried the bunch of azaleas to Belle. He would keep the anniversary by taking her another bunch, and went to the glen to gather them. The sun was hot; birds vied with one another in making melody; the noise of insects was clamorous, and over it all was the sleepy murmur of Aguas Frias, not quite run dry.
As the man rounded a bluff in the trail, he looked
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down on the thicket of creamy white blossoms not twenty feet away, and in the midst of it was Belle. Something in her appearance caught at his throat and fetched his breath in gasps.
The sounds of nature's rejoicing had prevented her from hearing his approach, and she kept on fill- ing her arms with the flowers, the same purpose in her mind as in her lover's. Instinct told her that he would come to-day, and she planned to surprise him.
A wide-brimmed straw hat lay on the ground, and she had replaced the customary blue waist with white. Her hair was caught back and fell in a half-dozen glossy ringlets to her shoulders, and her shining face mirrored heaven.
A motion of his caused her to look up. She slowly straightened and her lips parted. The mass of blos- soms slid from her relaxing clasp and clung to her garments-twined themselves in the curves of her supple body on their way to the earth.
"John !" she cried, and held out her hands.
With a bound, as might an elemental man, he had her in his arms. The babble of flowing water hushed.
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The music of bird-notes ceased. The shrilling of in- sects stilled. The shadows in the glen were glori- fied. And life and love and ecstasy closed about them in divine silence.
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