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NORMAN MACPHERSON RESPONDS TO METIS APPEAL
' ' \Voman — nerves ! " he soliloquized; "but she's a mighty pretty girl Powers above ! what 's that ? ' '
He started to run clumsily in the direction of the shriek. It quivered like a needle plunged into the air; then died down.
Afterwards Meta realized tho truth. It had not been to George that she had cried when the burly stranger leaped on her from the bushes. In the instant before the soiled hand stifled her shrieks, only one face had flashed into her mind. To that face she had sent her appeal, and he had responded.
Hot cheeks buried in her pillow, the girl lay thru the wakeful hours remembering, trying not to remember. George was a coward! He had not dared to help her. It had not been in his rescuing -arms that she had slipped into unconsciousness. She had promised to marry a coward ! Of the other man she would not let herself think; yet behind every thought, above, below, in the background of i.er consciousness, he was present, like a dull pain, like a shaded ligfrt whose brilliance would blind her ilshe faced
it. The key to that locked deer cf her soul was in her hand, but she would not let herself think of using it. She had promised to marry George. She had premised)! Meta Dandridge was not a girl who scattered her words lightly. Having sowed, she must reap. She owed a duty to those dear two who had brought her up ; to George, coward as he was ; to her own self-respect. Yet the look she had seen in two dark, steady eyes, and the confession they had exacted of her, moaned thru her fevered thoughts and more fevered dreams all night long.
In the morning she descended, heavy-eyed and sick at heart, to find the young poet gone and the world still turning on its axis as before.
The most irreparable breaks in existence may be patched up, fitly enough to deceive the world, at least. And all women are adepts at this poor art of darning worn places in their lives. Grandmother and Grandfather Vandeveer did not even guess at anything unusual between their young people.
"Turtle-doves !" they called them
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