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Bob Hampton of Placer

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"Did you--did you ever hear either of them say anything about Major

Alfred Brant? He must have been this lad's father."

"No, I never heard much they said. Did you know him?"

"The father, yes, but that was years ago. Come, Kid, all this is only

ancient history, and just as well forgotten. Now, you are a sensible

girl, when your temper don't get away with you, and I am simply going

to leave this matter to your better judgment. Will you go to Mrs.

Herndon's, and find out how you like it? You need n't stop there an

hour if she is n't good to you, but you ought not to want to remain

with me, and grow up like a rough boy."

"You--you really want me to go, don't you?"

"Yes, I want you to go. It's a chance for you, Kid, and there is n't a

bit of a show in the kind of a life I lead. I never have been in love

with it myself, and only took to it in the first place because the

devil happened to drive me that way. The Lord knows I don't want to

lead any one else through such a muck. So it is a try?"

The look of defiance faded slowly out of her face as she stood gravely

regarding him. The man was in deadly earnest, and she felt the quiet

insistence of his manner. He really desired it to be decided in this

way, and somehow his will had become her law, although such a suspicion

had never once entered her mind.

"You bet, if you put it that way," she consented, simply, "but I reckon

that Mrs. Herndon is likely to wish I hadn't."

Together, yet scarcely exchanging another word, the two retraced their

steps slowly down the steep trail leading toward the little town in the

valley, walking unconsciously the pathway of fate, the way of all the

world.

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