Ranching For Sylvia Volume-554 - Harold Bindloss (best black authors TXT) 📗
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It Was Evening Of Early Summer. George Lansing Sat By A Window Of The
Library At Brantholme. The House Belonged To His Cousin; And George,
Having Lately Reached It After Traveling In Haste From Norway, Awaited
The Coming Of Mrs. Sylvia Marston In An Eagerly Expectant Mood. It Was
Characteristic Of Him That His Expression Conveyed Little Hint Of His
Feelings, For George Was A Quiet, Self-Contained Man; But He Had Not
Been So Troubled By Confused Emotions Since Sylvia Married Marston
Three Years Earlier. Marston Had Taken Her To Canada; But Now He Was
Dead, And Sylvia, Returning To England, Had Summoned George, Who Had
Been Appointed Executor Of Her Husband's Will.
Volume 554 Chapter 1 (A Strong Appeal) Pg 2Outside, Beyond The Broad Sweep Of Lawn, The Quiet English Countryside
Lay Bathed In The Evening Light: A River Gleaming In The Foreground,
Woods Clothed In Freshest Verdure, And Rugged Hills Running Back
Through Gradations Of Softening Color Into The Distance. Inside, A Ray
Of Sunlight Stretched Across The Polished Floor, And Gleams Of
Brightness Rested On The Rows Of Books And Somber Paneling. Brantholme
Was Old, But Modern Art Had Added Comfort And Toned Down Its Austerity;
And George, Fresh From The Northern Snow Peaks, Was Conscious Of Its
Restful Atmosphere.
In The Meanwhile, He Was Listening For A Footstep. Sylvia, He Had Been
Told, Would Be With Him In Two Or Three Minutes; He Had Already Been
Expecting Her For A Quarter Of An Hour. This, However, Did Not
Surprise Him: Sylvia Was Rarely Punctual, And Until She Married
Marston, He Had Been Accustomed To Await Her Pleasure.
She Came At Length, Clad In A Thin Black Dress That Fitted Her
Perfectly; And He Rose And Stood Looking At Her While His Heart Beat
Fast. Sylvia Was Slight Of Figure, But Curiously Graceful, And Her
Normal Expression Was One Of Innocent Candor. The Somber Garments
Emphasized The Colorless Purity Of Her Complexion; Her Hair Was Fair,
And She Had Large, Pathetic Blue Eyes. Her Beauty Was Somehow
Heightened By A Hint Of Fragility: In Her Widow's Dress She Looked Very
Forlorn And Helpless; And The Man Yearned To Comfort And Protect Her.
It Did Not Strike Him That She Had Stood For Some Moments Enduring His
Compassionate Scrutiny With Exemplary Patience.
"It's So Nice To See You, George," She Said. "I Knew You Would Come."
He Thrilled At The Assurance; But He Was Not An Effusive Person. He
Brought A Chair For Her.
"I Started As Soon As I Got Your Note," He Answered Simply. "I'm Glad
You're Back Again."
He Did Not Think It Worth While To Mention That He Had With Difficulty
Crossed A Snow-Barred Pass In Order To Save Time, And Had Left A
Companion, Who Resented His Desertion, In The Wilds; But Sylvia Guessed
That He Had Spared No Effort, And She Answered Him With A Smile.
"Your Welcome's Worth Having, Because It's Sincere."
Those Who Understood Sylvia Best Occasionally Said That When She Was
Unusually Gracious It Was A Sign That She Wanted Something; But George
Would Have Denied This With Indignation.
"If It Wouldn't Be Too Painful, You Might Tell Me A Little About Your
Stay In Canada," He Said By And By. "You Never Wrote, And"--He
Hesitated--"I Heard Only Once From Dick."
Dick Was Her Dead Husband's Name, And She Sat Silent A Few Moments
Musing, And Glancing Unobtrusively At George. He Had Not Changed Much
Since She Last Saw Him, On Her Wedding-Day, Though He Looked A Little
Volume 554 Chapter 1 (A Strong Appeal) Pg 3Older, And Rather More Serious. There Were Faint Signs Of Weariness
Which She Did Not Remember In His Sunburned Face. On The Whole,
However, It Was A Reposeful Face, With Something In It That Suggested A
Steadfast Disposition. His Gray Eyes Met One Calmly And Directly; His
Brown Hair Was Short And Stiff; The Set Of His Lips And The Contour Of
His Jaw Were Firm. George Had Entered On His Thirtieth Year. Though
He Was Strongly Made, His Appearance Was In No Way Striking, And It Was
Seldom That His Conversation Was Characterized By Brilliancy. But His
Friends Trusted Him.
"It's Difficult To Speak Of," Sylvia Began. "When, Soon After Our
Wedding, Dick Lost Most Of His Money, And Said That We Must Go To
Canada, I Felt Almost Crushed; But I Thought He Was Right." She Paused
And Glanced At George. "He Told Me What You Wished To Do, And I'm Glad
That, Generous As You Are, He Wouldn't Hear Of It."
George Looked Embarrassed.
"I Felt His Refusal A Little," He Said. "I Could Have Spared The
Money, And I Was A Friend Of His."
He Had Proved A Staunch Friend, Though He Had Been Hardly Tried. For
Several Years He Had Been Sylvia's Devoted Servant, And An Admirer Of
The More Accomplished Marston. When The Girl Chose The Latter It Was A
Cruel Blow To George, For He Had Never Regarded His Comrade As A
Possible Rival; But After A Few Weeks Of Passionate Bitterness, He Had
Quietly Acquiesced. He Had Endeavored To Blame Neither; Though There
Were Some Who Did Not Hold Sylvia Guiltless. George Was, As She Well
Knew, Her Faithful Servant Still; And This Was Largely Why She Meant To
Tell Him Her Tragic Story.
"Well," She Said, "When I First Went Out To The Prairie, I Was Almost
Appalled. Everything Was So Crude And Barbarous--But You Know The
Country."
George Merely Nodded. He Had Spent A Few Years In A Wheat-Growing
Settlement, Inhabited By Well-Bred Young Englishmen. The Colony,
However, Was Not Conducted On Economic Lines; And When It Came To
Grief, George, Having Come Into Some Property On The Death Of A
Relative, Returned To England.
"Still," Continued Sylvia, "I Tried To Be Content, And Blamed Myself
When I Found It Difficult. There Was Always So Much To Do--Cooking,
Washing, Baking--One Could Seldom Get Any Help. I Often Felt Worn Out
And Longed To Lie Down And Sleep."
"I Can Understand That," Said George, With Grave Sympathy. "It's A
Very Hard Country For A Woman."
He Was Troubled By The Thought Of What She Must Have Borne For It Was
Difficult To Imagine Sylvia Engaged In Laborious Domestic Toil. It Had
Never Occurred To Him That Her Delicate Appearance Was Deceptive.
"Dick," She Went On, "Was Out At Work All Day; There Was Nobody To Talk
Volume 554 Chapter 1 (A Strong Appeal) Pg 4To--Our Nearest Neighbor Lived Some Miles Off. I Think Now That Dick
Was Hardly Strong Enough For His Task. He Got Restless And Moody After
He Lost His First Crop By Frost. During That Long, Cruel Winter We
Were Both Unhappy: I Never Think Without A Shudder Of The Bitter Nights
We Spent Sitting Beside The Stove, Silent And Anxious About The Future.
But We Persevered; The Next Harvest Was Good, And We Were Brighter When
Winter Set In. I Shall Always Be Glad Of That In View Of What Came
After." She Paused, And Added In A Lower Voice:
"You Heard, Of Course?"
"Very Little; I Was Away. It Was A Heavy Blow."
"I Couldn't Write Much," Explained Sylvia. "Even Now, I Can Hardly
Talk Of It--But You Were A Dear Friend Of Dick's. We Had To Burn Wood;
The Nearest Bluff Where It Could Be Cut Was Several Miles Away; And
Dick Didn't Keep A Hired Man Through The Winter. It Was Often Very
Cold, And I Got Frightened When He Drove Off If There Was Any Wind. It
Was Trying To Wait In The Quiet House, Wondering If He Could Stand The
Exposure. Then One Day Something Kept Him So That He Couldn't Start
For The Bluff Until Noon; And Near Dusk The Wind Got Up And The Snow
Began To Fall. It Got Thicker, And I Could Not Sit Still. I Went Out
Now And Then And Called, And Was Driven Back, Almost Frozen, By The
Storm. I Could Scarcely See The Lights A Few Yards Away; The House
Shook. The Memory Of That Awful Night Will Haunt Me All My Life!"
She Broke Off With A Shiver, And George Looked Very Compassionate.
"I Think," He Said Gently, "You Had Better Not Go On." "Ah!" Replied
Sylvia, "I Must Grapple With The Horror And Not Yield To It; With The
Future To Be Faced, I Can't Be A Coward. At Last I Heard The Team And
Opened The Door. The Snow Was Blinding, But I Could Dimly See The
Horses Standing In It. I Called, But Dick Didn't Answer, And I Ran Out
And Found Him Lying Upon The Load Of Logs. He Was Very Still, And Made
No Sign, But I Reached Up And Shook Him--I Couldn't Believe The
Dreadful Thing. I Think I Screamed; The Team Started Suddenly, And
Dick Fell At My Feet. Then The Truth Was Clear To Me."
A Half-Choked Sob Broke From Her, But She Went On.
"I Couldn't Move Him; I Must Have Gone Nearly Mad, For I Tried To Run
To Peterson's, Three Miles Away. The Snow Blinded Me, And I Came Back
Again; And By And By Another Team Arrived. Peterson Had Got Lost
Driving Home From The Settlement. After That, I Can't Remember
Anything; I'm Thankful It Is So--I Couldn't Bear It!"
Then There Was Silence For A Few Moments Until George Rose And Gently
Laid His Hand On Her Shoulder.
"My Sympathy's Not Worth Much, Sylvia, But It's Yours," He Said. "Can
I Help In Any Practical Way?"
Growing Calmer, She Glanced Up At Him With Tearful Eyes.
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