But the morning grew bright, and the road was not half long enough. Though

at the last they walked their horses, they reached the town before the

daily train had passed through. They went straight to the station, and

found that the train was an hour late; but a telegram had arrived for the

man. He took it nervously, his fingers trembling. He felt a premonition

that it contained something unpleasant.

The girl sat on her horse by the platform, watching him through the open

station door where he was standing as he tore open the envelope. She saw a

deathly pallor overspread his face, and a look of anguish as if an arrow

had pierced his heart. She felt as if the arrow had gone on into her own

heart, and then she sat and waited. It seemed hours before he glanced up,

with an old, weary look in his eyes. The message read: "Your mother seriously ill. Wants you immediately. Will send your baggage

on morning train. Have wired you are coming."

It was signed by his cousin with whom he had been taking his

hunting-trip, and who was bound by business to go further West within a

few days more.

The strong young man was almost bowed under this sudden stroke. His mother

was very dear to him. He had left her well and happy. He must go to her at

once, of course; but what should he do with the girl who had within the

last two days taken so strong a hold upon his--he hesitated, and called it

"protection." That word would do in the present emergency.

Then he looked, and saw her own face pale under the tan, and stepped out

to the platform to tell her.




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