The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1906-04-06
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Wait till Pm able to travel, and We'll
60 up into the high country together"
Louis clapped his hands. won't
that be, glorious? I'd rather do that
than anything else in the world
How, ii your sister," asked Ray
mond, with abrupt change Of tone.
W She. IS we'll She's always well.
We just came in from q drive. That's
the reason@I wasn't here to help YOU
Did it hurt you going upstairsT
"Not a bit. The boys handled me
as tenderly us q side O. pork. Let me
see your drawings, will you" s <
The boys face glowed. well, you
Just wait" And he rushed away to
get them." ....% - -. -. r
Mrs. Barnett upon meeting Ann said,
with deep feeling: "R0b's illness has
transformed him. He said to me a
few moments ago: If You can hnd the
man who shot. me, reward him. He
has done me a great service. I am
lost in u dream Of luxury He asked
after YOU with emotion and said he
would like to thank you for your serv-
ice to him. Sz.e- ~ g..
Ann, listening intently, remained cold
" impressive Of face. Mrs. Scribbins
was the really efficient person. L have
a horror of sick people, and as for
wounds She shuddered for lack OF
words. 49,, g. Fl 'a%ls III .~sE
Mrs. Barnett went on: 81 like to dc
for him, he's so grateful and so ODE
dent. He says just the right thing al
ways. There must be good breeding
back of the man, although. he never
mentions his family. There's some love
affair to account for his being here
He's too handsome not to have had en-,
tanglements: Don't you think SOP"
He insisted not" replied Ann he
begged me to consider that his life had
been quite commonplace"
Il don't believe it. He couldn't be
commonplace. He said to me just now
Sometimes man must hear the wash
Of the river Of death to realize how fu
tile he has allowed his life to become.
His gratitude toward you is pathetic
| Ann frowned. Its worse;- it's op
pressive. did SO little, and that little
4 was not done with gracious spirit.
didn't enjoy it then nor In retrospect
"You mustn't let him know that: His
worship Of you positively irradiates hi
face, and he's very handsome. He in
sists that you were heroic" @s'~.9@l2.s 4
Ann grew a little petulant. Il wis.,
you wouldn't try to make mountain
out Of molehills. 1t was a most un
pleasant experience, and wish to for
get it, not to have it dinned in my ear
forever. My going was folly. and m.
stay IN that CHASTITY place was tor
ment. Please allow me to put it out o
my memory = .s7z5r7.$
Ann had a moment of bitter home
sickness, q feeling she had never know
before. This mad trip into the ives
with reckless and 'supersensitive DO!
grew each moment more disastrous. A
1.-THE moment she fairly hated her cous
sins and all the guests at their table ant
}longed, with unspeakable hunger, TO
the roll of carriages on Fifth avenue
and the glitter and tumult OF Broad
ttway. Tie stony, uninterested stare Of
her mother was better than this pry
Ting, this overstrained interest. on the
part of Jeanette. q.
b As for Raymond, he had been mo
Ementarily interesting as cowboy, and
i when he was lying at the brink Of the
grave he had assumed tragic value, but
NOW that he was on the way to recov,
sery' he ceased to interest. "He Is mere
n " one of the thousands of other com
Smonplace young eastern men who have
tried their fortunes in the west and
failed" she said. '.'Why should be
:burdened with any further care of
him - -
j AT dinner Don told again for the for.
stiethE time the story of Raymond's
shooting and in spite Of AIMS protests
put her In as the heroine, which reinfu.
rated her almost to the point Of leav.
ing the table. The "Ah's!' and Dear
me's!'' and by Jove's| volleying from
the listeners were quite insupportable.
One lady said, Poor fellow!' -, .
y Not at ALL said. Dr.. B-aide. HE
was, q lucky dog. I'd be shot any day
to get such nurse" ..,.,-
Jeanette saw the angry fush on
AIMS face and hastily turned the con
yersation Into less personal channels.
Thus every influence swept her to-
ward dislike Of the wounded mans
very name, and thereafter she ignored
his presence III the house, his being in
the world, as though he did not exist.
She neither asked after bis health nor
replied to any report or question made
by her brother concerning him.
Louis brought to Raymond one day
q small limp book in red leather, which
he pronered with the afr Of giving q
gem. se 81 .5:Z II. ( -, i
~ What's thisy' asked Raymond.
Your diary?" ,..r Z ( r
= go my fathers. He was out here
before I was BORN when the Indians
We're here" s;3 r. 2...ses ,
Raymond opened the volume with
'langlid interest but soon realized that
he. was looking into the past through
the eyes Of a poet. Part of it was, writ
ten In. ink very legibly. but in a fine
running hnnd, while other of the pages
MO hoe ln1- 4 pnno0fv 0Yo1