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«<rT^HE mountains?" Doris regarded her husband with eyes gray, troublous pools of query.
"Yes, dear." Tom smiled, with a brave attempt at reassurance, but the attempt was transparently wan. A lung test ; a word or two of unsmiling advice ; a peremptory order to mountain air — these are things not calculated to conjure forth the harlequin spirit of Mirth.
Doris noted the piteous smile, divined the pallid fear grimacing thru, and called her woman-love, her mother protectiveness, into play.
"Well, honey," she smiled gaily — and her smile masked effectually the horrid specter at her heart — "if the mountains mean health and a big, new lease on life, we'll just go — that's all. I've been aching for a long time to put into play my knowledge of telegraphy — if for nothing else than to prove my woman's superiority, Mr.
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^ by Alexander Lowell
This story was written fiom a Dramatic Adaptation of "In Christmas Canyon," by FRANCIS LYNDE
Professional — and now you just sit back and fold your blessed hands and watch me hustle."
Oh, Doris, you coulolnH, dear — 7
couldn't "
Doris eyed him with a fine contempt. "Then why," she demanded, "did you consume so many of our precious 'courtin' ' hours with your masterful instructions? You said then that every woman should be prepared for an emergency, financially — you knoiv you did — ■ and I intend putting those hours to account, besides showing you that I can beat you at your own game." Then, with a sudden change of mood — a swift onrush of tenderness — she ran to him impulsively. "Oh; my dear," she whispered, close against his mouth, "my dear — let me show you my love — let me show you!"
Strange how swiftly transformations take place — strange how the most timid spirit rises, in an instant, to the possession of a dauntless courage ! Strange — and yet how splendid —that a woman, shielded, protected, almost immured from the battleground of life, will respond unfalteringly to the first call — will come forward, booted and spurred for the fray, and defy with her frail strength the very legions of Life and Death !