Frontier and pioneer life -- Indiana -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"I think I can be trusted to look after it satisfactorily," she
said quietly; "perhaps even better than he could do for himself.
I am a farm woman."
"I thought maybe you had some notion of buying him out."
"He would not sell to me. His farm is being properly handled by
the present tenant. His lots here in town cannot run away. The time
will come when they will be very valuable, or I am no prophetess.
There is nothing to keep him here, Andrew, and his interests and
my daughter's will be as carefully looked after as my own."
"We will be sorry to lose him as a citizen."
"If you are ready, we will step over to the Free Press office,"
she said, without a sign that she had heard his remark.
They crossed the square and turned up the first street to the
left. "This will be a terrible shock to your daughter," said he,
breaking a long silence.
"She will survive it," replied Rachel Gwyn sententiously.
He laid his hand on her arm. "Will you accept a bit of advice from
me?"
They stopped. "I am not above listening to it," she replied.
"My advice is to postpone this action until you are sure of one
thing."
"And what may that be?"
"Kenneth Gwynne's safe return from this foray against the Indians.
He may not come back alive."
"He will come back alive," said she, in a cool, matter-of-fact tone.
"It is so ordained. I know. Come, we are wasting time. I have much
to do between now and nightfall. Bright and early to-morrow morning
my daughter and I are leaving town."
"Leaving town?" he cried, astonished.
"I am taking her out in the country,--to the farm. If I can prevent
it she shall never put foot in this town again. You know Phineas
Striker? An honest, loyal man, with a wife as good as gold. When
Kenneth Gwynne marches back to town again he will find me here to
greet him. I will tell him where to find Viola. Out at Striker's
farm, my friend, she will be waiting for him to come and claim his
own."
A smile he did not understand and never was to understand played
about her lips as she continued drily, for such was the manner of
this amazing woman:
"He will even find that her wedding gown is quite as much to his
fancy as it was the day he met her."
THE END
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