Big Game - A Story for Girls

For a moment Margot stood motionless, an expression of wounded pride

clouding the young rounded face, then very slowly descended the

staircase, traversed the length of the "lobby," and stood outside the

door, looking anxiously to right and left.

There he was, a strong, well-built figure in knickerbockers and Norfolk

coat striding rapidly up the hill path to the right,--trying, no doubt,

to put as much distance as possible between himself and the

objectionable girl who seemed ever to be appearing when she was not

wanted. For a long minute Margot stood gazing miserably ahead, then

turning resolutely to the left, came face to face with the Chieftain

returning from the village with his pockets bulging with papers.

His sudden appearance at this moment of depression had a peculiar

significance to the girl's mind. Doubt crystallised into resolution;

with a rapid beating of the heart she determined to grasp her courage in

both hands, and boldly make the plunge which she had been meditating for

some days past.