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been too rare in his life to be undervalued; and “What would my opinion be worth ? I have of course the particular girl made a difference. never seen anything but our poor rooms. I am Dolly was unique: a surprise every day, in that thinking how strange that we should be here ! she could be both so childish beyond belief, You will never know how strange, that I should and so deliciously womanly as almost to bring be here." the tears to his eyes. Most of all he prized “In the palace of the Beast ?” Their eyes, his evenings— for then she was all woman meeting, took away the scoff from the words. on the wan sands where the river's “curmur- “I know more than you think; more perhaps ring” forced them to be silent, or up among
know yourself.” the pierced shadows of the poplars, or up again “Well, it does n't matter,” said Dolly, abin the solemn, clear light that brooded on the sently. “Weare the changelings of the scheme. bluffs.
What you have I might have had, perhaps; In keeping a brotherly watch over Alan's but I never cared -- until now. Now I care, evenings Philip had lost many an evening of his sometimes." own; but now and then the sacrifice was richly “For what do you care ? " rewarded. He and Alan began those rides to- Dolly frowned in her way when she was disgether which the boy had once coveted; miles posed to be very practical. of twilight country they covered, silent for the “Do you know, I think to-day will be a most part, Philip, in spirit, with Dolly by his side. good time for you to put me through my dinHe had never yet had the chance to ride with ner paces.” her, and so he was always scheming and dream- “What in the world do you mean?" ing about it. One evening she drove down with “I don't think you realize quite how proher father, and the cañon family dined all to- vincial I am—what a perfect desert-islander. gether in town. Mr. Norrisson was absent, and I have never dined in a fine house in my life, Philip did the honors with fastidious reckless- and dinner fashions are always changing; our ness. He had spent the better part of the day cañon ways must be far behind. To-day we elaborating his preparations; he had arranged shall be by ourselves, and I shall not mind your the flowers in his mother's dressing-room- correcting me if I make mistakes. But, perhers in name, though she had never entered it,- haps,” she hesitated, “ of course it will not be heaping roses upon roses wherever roses would a swell dinner for only us.” go, and choosing with difficult fancy the most “Such as you will find it, the house can do beauteous ones for Dolly's bouquet. He knew no more,” Philip assured her, gravely. “The how she would come, in her little home-made table is in full regalia ; Enrique has been comhabit, and he exulted in thinking of her dear manded to sacrifice to his gods; Wong has simplicity in contrast to the stupid braveries of every stitch of canvas set; he rustles like a that money-built house. He was at pains to Channel breeze; myself you see in riding-dress, make the contrast as great as possible, that he but only to match yourself.” might gloat upon her difference, which she nei- “How nice of you!” cried Dolly. “ Then ther understood nor knew to value.
we can have a regular rehearsal — wanting the She had been a full hour in the house, and clothes; but the clothes will not matter. Mind, Philip was wondering what should keep her so now, that you watch me!” unconscionably long up-stairs. Now Dolly had “Dolly, you are growing terribly ambitious. never been in such a splendid room in her life You are thinking of that Englishman, confound before, so intricately arranged for the gratifica- him! You are preparing to meet the duchess tion of the exterior life of woman, the adorn- and the masher." ment of her person, and her study of that per- "No," said Dolly, sincerely, with a shade of son when adorned. Never had she seen herself trouble in her voice; “ I am only comparing so plenteously, repeatedly reflected in mirrors, myself, that ought to be a lady, with ladies long, and wide, and multiple. She was standing who belong in a room like this. If you will in front of one of these, stepping back and forth, believe me, I don't even know what half of smiling in a curious, surprised intimacy with these things are for!” her own full-length figure, when Philip knocked “If by those ‘ladies' you mean my mother," at the door, begging her to make a little haste. said Philip, forced to be serious though he “ Has papa come?”
wanted to catch her in his arms and call her a “ Not yet; but may n't I speak to you? I precious little goose, “ I can tell you that when want to ask you —” Dolly opened the door: her she was your age she had no such room as this, cheeks were scarlet, her eyes brilliant yet shy – which, by the way, she disdains; she was break“ I want to ask what you think of this room. ing colts, like a young Diana, on the range; and It was done by a famous decorator who has if she had a four-bit hand-glass to do her back never seen his work; nor has my mother, for hair in, it was as much as she had. And she whom it was intended.”
was happy then — and, I am told, made others and they talk of nightingales heart-stifled in happy."
their dells !" “ But of course she must have wanted all * This is very serious," said Philip. “I perthese things, by instinct, before she ever knew fectly agree with you; dancing is more a girl's what they were.”
right than silver-backed brushes and acres of “ Are you afraid you have n't the instincts wardrobe. But what's to be done about it?" of a lady? Pity you are such a little savage! “ Do you know how to dance ?” My mother wanted, always has wanted, the “I was supposed to once.” thing beyond. So do I. Would you like a “Ah, then could you teach me — I mean, room like this, Dolly ? "
woulil you ? " “I certainly should like a few of those acres “Would I ? well, I think I would with some of wardrobes. I spend my life trying to find persuasion—con mil amores,'” he murmured places to put things. And I confess there is a under his breath, pressing the arm that lay in fascination in a long mirror.”
his against his side. “I should think there might be — for some Dolly pushed herself away from him angrily: persons."
“ I should like to know what excuse you had “ It is n't altogether vanity. You can't think to answer me like that." how awkward it is never to have seen how one's “ You asked if I would teach you — " skirts hang. Not that there would be much “ And you might have said yes or no, as a pleasure in it, for mine hang very badly.” gentleman would.” “When you are not in them.”
“ Well ? " “Why do you say those things? It is n't “But you answer offensively, in words you like you, and I don't enjoy it."
could n't say in English." “ You must get used to it if you are going “ Could n't I! Would you like to hear how to be a society girl.”
they sound in English? I told you the simple “ There you are unjust. Why should I not truth. Would I teach you to dance, you asked wish to know all the ways? You may think I me, and I said I would with a thousand loves shall never have need of any but my own; but - and I will, with a thousand thousand! To I was not born in a cañon.''
dance or to anything else I know and it befits “ Dolly, my — well, it is useless. Words are you to know.” useless. You could never understand — I “ Befits! I have no words - I declare I canmean, there is but one way to make you. Will not tell you how I hate the way you treat me! you take my arm ? "
Your insufferable patronage, your air of beWhy should I ? "
ing always so superior – and then your stu“ Because it is supposed to be the thing to pid school-boy freedoms! If I am serious, you do."
make fun of me; if I play, you take advantage. “Oh," said Dolly, meekly, and took it. She I wish you would do either the one thing or was visibly wrought upon by her surroundings the other." in a way that might have amused Philip more, “Yes," breathed Philip. “Only tell me but that the world of things had had such seri- which." ous meanings for his mother, who was a priestess “Either leave me alone entirely, or treat me of bric-à-brac, and studied her surroundings as — treat me like a woman-a person of sense." if the art of life, like that of the stage, largely Dolly sat down in a dolorous heap on the consisted in how one is costumed and in what landing-step, and buried her face in her handchair one shall sit—and he grudged this cult kerchief; her shoulders shook as if she were its possible importance in the girl's fresh fate. crying.
“There is another thing," she agitated dream- “ I will, Dolly.” He took the place on the ily, they passed down the wide, thick-car- step beside her. “How shall I treat this perpeted stairs. They had halted on the landing son of sense ? ” to get the effect of the hall below, and the light "You spoil everything. You are making of a colored window threw flaming gules and fun of me now,” Dolly sobbed, and by the amber and tints of serpent-green on her pale same impulse began to laugh immoderately. golden hair and dark-clad shoulders.
Philip waited till she became quieter. “If "What is this other thing? Something wicked I am to treat you like a woman, dear, I shall and worldly, of course."
have to spoil things more — very much indeed. “No; only just human. Dancing is the right And things might be a good deal worse between of every girl that lives and moves, and I can us — worse for me. That is why I have waited." never dance because there is no way to learn. Dolly, with her face still hidden, shook her And what shall I do if ever I go where dan- head impatiently. cing is? My heart would break with the music! “To be plain with you is one way,” he conSurely it's as bad to be foot-tied as tongue-tied; tinued. "The other is simply impossible. It's no
use pretending I could live in the same house against the dark, closing and parting, with rifts with you and leave you alone entirely; I'm not of stars between. As their horses jostled down *superior' enough for that. Shall we be serious, the sidling trails, often his knee was against her then? I know I often hit the wrong note try- saddle-girth; and once he took her hand, silently, ing to make sounds that mean nothing, because without question, and she let it stay, while she I have to avoid the one note that would go to made hurried little speeches about the view, my soul. Would it spoil things very much if which he did not attempt to answer. His heart you knew that I love you, dear?”
was full; he took deep breaths of resolution to Dolly would not look up. He could see only be patient,- perhaps even generous,—since, a bit of her neck, above the collar, and the until the work was done, all the cañon days, curve of one little crimson ear.
and most of the evenings, were his in which to “I shall ask for nothing. But please get used win one little girl who had seen no one else to the fact. Come, take my hand! It need not (Dolly's chances were not so many that he need worry you or make any difference; only re- have hurried her). But never would he allow member, and forgive me when I blunder. And her to pass the cañon's bounds without her let us talk and laugh and quarrel as we did be- promise. How would the story of the Sleeping fore. Why do you hide
your face ? Am I never Beauty have ended had the Prince waited to to look at you again ?”
tell his love until the Princess had awakened “ Not at dinner,” Dolly specified.
to more than just himself and the dull old palace “Not at dinner, then: but shall we not ride?” of her dreams ? If all the world loves a lover,
“Oh, yes,” she sighed in a tone of relief. all the world knows that he is selfish. “I wish we were on horseback now." It was Saturday night, and they rode to the
XIV. cañon, the three young ones together, Dunsmuir taking the team home alone. Alan rode MARGARET felt herself superseded in these ahead, and sometimes he sang in his loud, ex- days, and thought that the pressure of waiting pressionless tenor; and Philip noted that he had was nothing to the estrangements of success. a new song, a very tender one. “Aforrado de Dolly was sweet, sometimes over-sweet, in mi vida.” It suited Philip exquisitely; it voiced speech and manner; but she was absent in his aching dream. “ Lining of my life”; “slen- mind, variable in spirits, inconstant about her der bit lassie”; soul of the mystic soul of beauty, work, and less and less with Margaret, as time dear little human comrade without whom the went on, and more and more with Philip. Matlights and shadows of the world were nothing; ters went often “agley” in the housekeeping. foretold to her lover by every hope, withheld by The marketing, which had been Job's business every fear!
in town,on Wednesdays and Saturdays, was now She rode with her face to the west; her pale the business of no one in particular, where everyface, her hands, her hair, were as luminous as body was so driven by the work. Mistakes were flowers at evening in a dusk border. Over the made, and there were loose expenditures that west, from horizon to zenith, spread a marvel- harrowed Margaret's soul. There was a conouscopper-pink glow,a light without a shadow, stant bustle of coming and going, and company while all the land beneath was dark. Low in not expected, and meals out of season. After that sublimated west Venus shone forth at her the petty routine of years, Margaret had lost the setting, the one star in the heavens, though knack of doing things quickly. And Dunsmuir crowds awaited the listing of twilight's colored was one who hated explanations. He never curtain. The radiance deepened; it changed to listened to them, never gave them if he could a lurid brassy hue. The sage-green hills turned help it. Thus he misunderstood many little dolivid; the aspens shivered and paled against mestic situations, which he settled offhand, perthe cold, purple east. The night-wind, creeping emptorily and sometimes unjustly, sooner than down the gulches, breathed its first long sough. talk things over, as the women loved to do. But
They checked their horses, and signed to one Margaret could no longer count upon Dolly. another to look at the hills. Slowly the strange It goes hard with one lone woman when the refulgence was withdrawn; diffusing, to con- child of her arms who once understood undercentrate later on a lower key, to pause and stands no longer, or has ceased, perhaps, to care. softly brighten to the tender verge of starlight; Once Margaret had had her douce little man and then the wind would blow, and no heart every night to comfort her with his wise silence not strong in happiness could bear that sense- and moderate judgment, but now she saw him less riot and rapture, prolonged throughout the only Sundays, in a constrained, unhomelike night, under wild reaches of midnight sky, un- way; she would not take this time to complain der the white stride of the Milky Way; with of things too trivial to be saved up; yet they soundings of the river's stops ; with whisperings made the sum of a strain which was beginning amidst the poplars' dusky files-cowled shapes to tell upon her temper and health and spirits.
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was happy then — and, I am told, made others and they talk of nightingales hearthappy."
their dells !" “ But of course she must have wanted all “This is very serious,” said Phili these things, by instinct, before she ever knew fectly agree with you; dancing is m what they were.”
right than silver-backed brushes a “ Are you afraid you have n't the instincts wardrobe. But what 's to be done of a lady ? Pity you are such a little savage! “Do you know how to dance ? My mother wanted, always has wanted, the “I was supposed to once." thing beyond. So do I. Would you like a “ Ah, then could you teach r room like this, Dolly ? ”
would you ? " “I certainly should like a few of those acres “Would I ? well, I think I wo of wardrobes. I spend my life trying to find persuasion—con mil amores,' places to put things. And I confess there is a under his breath, pressing the fascination in a long mirror.”
his against his side. “ I should think there might be —for some Dolly pushed herself away fr persons."
“ I should like to know wha “ It is n't altogether vanity. You can't think to answer me like that." how awkward it is never to have seen how one's “ You asked if I would te skirts hang. Not that there would be much “ And you might have sa pleasure in it, for mine hang very badly.” gentleman would." “When you are not in them.'
6 Well?” “Why do you say those things ? It is n't “ But you answer offens like you, and I don't enjoy it."
could n't say in English.” “ You must get used to it if you are going “Could n't I! Would y to be a society girl.”
they sound in English ? “ There you are unjust. Why should I not truth. Would I teach yo wish to know all the ways? You may think I me, and I said I would shall never have need of any but my own; but — and I will, with a tho I was not born in a cañon.''
dance or to anything e' “Dolly, my — well, it is useless. Words are you to know." useless. You could never understand - I “ Befits! I have no v mean, there is but one way to make you. Will not tell you how I hai you take my arm ? "
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make fun of me; if I “Oh," said Dolly, meekly, and took it. She I wish you would was visibly wrought upon by her surroundings the other." in a way that might have amused Philip more, “Yes,” breather but that the world of things had had such seri- which.” ous meanings for his mother, who was a priestess “Either leave me of bric-à-brac, and studied her surroundings as — treat me like a if the art of life, like that of the stage, largely Dolly sat dow consisted in how one is costumed and in what landing-step, and chair one shall sit-and he grudged this cult kerchief; her sh its possible importance in the girl's fresh fate. crying.
“There is another thing," she agitated dream- "I will, Doll ily, as they passed down the wide, thick-car- step beside her. peted stairs. They had halted on the landing son of sense ?" to get the effect of the hall below, and the light "You spoil of a colored window threw flaming gules and fun of me no amber and tints of serpent-green on her pale same impulse golden hair and dark-clad shoulders.
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