Of course, I know that Patricia, here,
has another job, but--"
The Honorable Senator Sage-Brush had been out of sight and hearing for
five full minutes when Evan Blount reached over and possessed himself of
the hand that was shading a pair of deep-welled eyes from the firelight.
"Last Sunday afternoon, Patricia, when I had right and reason and logic
on my side, your woman's intuition found the truer path," he said, in
sober humility. "I know I am only one, and your poor people to whom you
have been planning to give yourself are many; still, I am selfish enough
to--"
She looked up quickly and the deep-welled eyes were shining.
"We can't learn everything all at once, Evan, dear," she interrupted,
breaking in upon his pleading. "There was one moment in that Sunday
afternoon when I learned the greatest thing of all; it was the moment
when I saw the pine-tree lying across the road and knew what I should
do, and for whom I should do it."
"I know," he returned gently. "You learned that love is stronger than
death or the fear of death; and that loyalty is greater than many
ideals. You heard what my father said just now, and it is true--only he
didn't put it half vitally enough; I can't walk in the way he has marked
out for me without you, Patricia."
With a swift little love impulse she lifted his hand and pressed it to
her cheek.
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