Cowboys -- Fiction; Nevada -- History -- Fiction; Short stories, American; Western stories
Through the gateway to his big, honest heart, one summer in the years
gone by, love had entered, and--finding it the dwelling of honor and
truth--it abided there still.
Thinking of Williston’s infatuation for Gloria Howard, he could but
compare it to his own entire, endless love for Kathryn Verrill. He
recalled a day that would always stand out in bold relief from all
others in memory’s gallery.
In fancy now he could see the wide veranda built around one of
the loveliest summer homes of the beautiful Thousand Islands.
Cushions--soft and silken--lay tossed about on easy chairs and divans
that were scattered about here and there among tubs of palms and potted
plants. On little tables up and down the veranda’s length were summer
novels open and face downward as their readers had left them, or dainty
and neglected bits of fancy-work. Cooling drinks and dishes of luscious
fruits had been placed there within their reach. Keith closed his eyes
with a sigh, as the memory of it all came back to him. Here, amid the
sage and desert sands, it was like a dream of lost Paradise.
It had been a day of opalescent lights, and through its translucence
they (he and--she) could see the rest of the party on the sparkling
waters, among the pleasure craft from other wooded islands, full of
charm, near by. Only these two--he and she--were here on the broad
veranda. The echo of distant laughter came to them, but here was a
languorous silence. Even the yellow-feathered warblers in the gilded
cages above them had, for the time, hushed their songs.
Kathryn Verrill was swinging slowly back and forth in one of the
hammocks swung along the veranda, the sunlight filtering through the
slats of the lowered blinds streaking with gold her filmy draperies
as they swept backward and forward on the polished floor. Her fingers
had ceased their play on the mandolin strings, and there was now no
sound about them louder than the hum of the big and gorgeous bumble-bee
buzzing above their heads. Summer sweetness anywhere, and she the
sweetest of it all! Then----
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