The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1909-06-17
Ross-H HuntressC Company
Cor.West and Grove SITS.
Rutland. Vermont
Rutland, Vermont.

lows Of couch. And, set like a torch
In the south window, n geranium,
potted In q brilliant Indian basket,
lifted its scarlet bloom
But Jordan felt without seeing this
harmony. he was looking into the
face of the girl who had opened the
door. 1t was face of light and shade
which spoke the swift thought before
the voice found words, face to hold
mans glance in n crowd. Closing
the door, she resumed her seat by the
fire without replying 10 Jordans genial
greeting.
He seemed to flll the room. Six feet
two and broad shouldered. he looked
even larger in the clumsy canvas coat,
cordnroys and high laced boots of the
prospector. He whipped his hat
against his knee, evidently discon-
certed by the girls hostile attitude.
.'That you, Floyd Jordan?' inquired
voice from the inner room.
Eyes, Mrs. Farrell How're you feel
ingf"
Some better, I'm glad to say. Set
down and warm yourself, Floyd.
'Tain't to be wondered at that people
have rheumatism In land where
there Is ten months winter II you'll
shut the door, Loreny. I'll get up and
dress"
Lorena closed the door.
"Floyd Jordan, what are you coming
here again for?" she burst out sud
denly,
Wouldn't be very nelghborly not to
drop In with your mother sick and
your dad away. would it?"
Didn't tell you that never would
speak to you again and that never
wanted to see your she said iercely,
taking few steps toward him. Even
In that critical moment. with her eyes
blazing unjust and unreasonable anger
the miners heart throbbed acknowl
edgment Of the tall, plant, reedllke
grace before him.
"Yes, Lorena, but have just lit
tie hope that you don't always mean
what you say"
Don't you think | mean II when ]
tell you I've heard how you Dragged
to the boys at the store that you could
take me whenever you got good and
readyf'
Il never said II In that way Some
one has garbled my words to suit their
own purpose. Why. I've loved you
from the first time ! ever set eyes on
you. I've been thinking Of building
cabin on my claim--If you'll have me.
Lerena. II you won't IN sell out and
go TO the States"
"You can't go any too quick to suit
me-" answered the girl, her voice tense
with scorn. And you can tell them
loafers at the store that I'm not to he
taken so easily. I'd rather die than
marry you. Floyd Jordan"
j reckon that settles II" said Jor
dan, rising and buttoning his coat
'Please tell your mother goodby for
me-" and he was gone.
"Loreny Farrell. what have you
been and donef' demanded her mother |
limplng into the room IN her stocking |
feet. You knows well as ! do that |
Floyd never said nothing to nobody |
about youl The Blake girls made II
Ill up. jealous cause you'd caught the
likeliest young feller Ia the camp |
You've driven him away for good this
lime. Hell keep his word-hc always
loes--and 20 10 the States"
She re-entered the bedroom for her
shoes, and Lorena stealthily opened tbe
door and looked after her lovers re.
treating figure. He had almost reached
the bluff. II he passed Il she knew
she would never see him again Some
hing stirred In her throat. The long
stretch Of trail that ran away through
he drcary landscape seemed ike hei
lfe. and Floyd was going ont of II
Her heart yearned for him What
would her life be without himf
"Loreny. where are your called Mrs
Farrell, emerging from the bedroom
July nhoi. The girl was not Ia the
'0om. Her mother opened the door aud |
ooke1 OFT. but wall Of pblrling
Ehlte net her vision
.My Godr' she gasped. "Tbe childs
zone after him.
She knew the risk. All morning the
torn lad been brewing, and now II
numbered by, a veriiable blizzard, The
ort ihatswoops down on the northwest
erri.ory 20 late as June and as early
% August II compcis the settler 10 !
i.riag wire from house 10 stables. II
.ets men ci-cllns Ia the snow; II catch.
. little children coming home from
chooi end bUr!es them in monstrous ,
riffs.
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