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CHAPTER XLVI
The Arrival
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~ n the branch road which car
ried Jean to Galicia she could
~ not help remembering the last
time she had travelled over 1t:
Then Mark had been with her and
she had begun to hate him, now
everything was changed. Her heart
beat faster at the thought that
soon she would be getting out at
Galicia. She wondered with de-
Iicious stirring Of her senses if he
would be at the station.
Why, of course he would, she
reasoned. He surely must be there
to meet her. But if he were what
was she to say to him? Ought she
to behave as though nothing had
happened and as though it were the
most, natural thing in the world
for her 70 come back? Although
talked of when she left she had
given Mark to understand in GER
tain subtle ways that she had no
idea of coming back. Her cheeks
flushed when she thought of the
blow to her pride that she must
suffer when she met him.
And yet, he need never know, she
argued. 1t woulu be easy to tell
from his attitude whether he still
cared, and it would be quite posi-
BILE and entirely easy for her to
mention casually that she had only
a position in New York awaited
her whenever she returned.
1t was dark when the train pull
ed into Galicia, and Jean alighted
at the station. There were the
usual loungers around the small,
poorly lighted depot, and then, with
a sudden throb of her pulses, she
turned as her name was mentioned.
Mrs. Brand"
She whirled around. Frank"
Frank stood smiling at her. He
had never known Jean to speak to
and now she held out her hand i'm
pulsively and he grasped it awk-
Wardly.
THE boss sent me for YOU" be
remarked, trying to appear casual in
order to cover his embarrassment,
Jean was walking along by his
side trying not to show her dis
appointment. Curiously she wanted
to cry, SO certain had She been
that Mark would be at the station
to meet her Oh, surely he would
have come if he still cared. This
longer mattered to him, that he had
learned and very quickly to live
without her.
where is Mr.. BRANDT" she asked
when Frank had helped her into
her seat and they had started on
the IOHS uEife.
afternoon early" Frank vouchsafed
His voice did not sound convinc-
ing, which was probably because
Frank was devoted to Mark and
knew very well that all was not
right between the boss and his
wife. Frank had never liked the
idea of jeans leaving the ranch.
He had hated Dick Mason, but had
never mentioned the fact to the
other men that he disapproved of
the friendship between Dick and
Jean. He was too loyal for that
too loyal to Mark and the woman
he had made his wife. In Franks
opinion there was no one in the
world worthy Of the big boss, and
he had disliked Jean until he had
and had been forced to admit re-
luctantiy the fact that she had grit.
Today, however, there was some
thing about her that awoke Franks
pity. She seemed so little and frail
and lovely and so alone. He Won
dered curiously if she would like
the ranch any better now that she
had been away to the city for
visit.
Jean asked no more questions, but
her heart was heavy. Nevertheless
when the ranch with it's low-lying
buildings doomed up in the distance.
her heart leaped smotheringly and
her nerves tingled. Now, at last,
she would see Mark, see him not
as she had remembered him, but
alive and vigorous, with warm,
were penetrating enough to read
through all her pitiful DISCUSSES and
is usually the way Of trade recovery.
discover the truth.