The U. P. Trail by Zane Grey (historical books to read TXT) š
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Again the strong speech became distinct to her.
ā... Youāll stay hereāand you, Dillon.... Donāt any one leave this room.... Lee, you can leave, if you want. But weāll see Neale, and so will Allie Lee.ā
Allie spread the curtains and stood there. No one saw her. All the men faced the door through which sounded slow, heavy tread of boots. An Irishman entered. Then a tall man. Allieās troubled soul suddenly calmed. She saw Neale.
Slowly he advanced a few steps. Another man entered, and Allie knew him by his buckskin garb. Neale turned, his face in the light. And a poignant cry leaped up from Allieās heart to be checked on her lips. Was this her young and hopeful and splendid lover? She recognized him, yet now did not know him. He stood bareheaded, and her swift, all-embracing glance saw the gray over his temples, and the eyes that looked out from across the border of a dark hell, and face white as death and twitching with spent passion.
āMr.āLee,ā he panted, very low, and the bloody patch on his shirt heaved with his breath, āmy onlyāregretāisāI didnātāthink to makeāDuradeātell the truth.... He lied.... He wanted toārevenge himselfāon Allieās motherāthrough Allie.... What he saidāabout Allieāwas a lieāas black as his heart. He meant evilāfor her. Butāsomehow she was saved. He was a tigerāplayingāand he waitedātoo long. You must realizeāher innocenceāand understand. God has watched over Allie Lee! It was not luckānor accident. But innocence!... Hough died to save her! Then Ancliffe! Then my old friendāLarry King! These menābrokenāgone to hellāout hereāfelt an innocence that made themāmadāas I have just been.... That is proofāif you need it.... Men of ruined livesācould not riseāand dieāas they didāvictims of a false impressionāof innocence.... They knew!ā
Nealeās voice sank to a whisper, his eyes intent to read belief in the cold face of Allison Lee.
āI thank you, Neale, for your service to me and your defense of her,ā he said. āWhat can I do for you?ā
āSirāIāIāā
āCan I reward you in any way?ā
The gray burned out of Nealeās face. āI askānothingāexcept that you believe me.ā
Lee did not grant this, nor was there any softening of his cold face.
āI would like to ask you a few questions,ā he said. āGeneral Lodge here informed me that you saved myāmy daughterās life long ago.... Can you tell me what became of her mother?ā
āShe was in the caravanāmassacred by Sioux,ā replied Neale. āI saw her buried. Her grave is not so many miles from here.ā
Then a tremor changed Allison Leeās expression. He turned away an instant: his hand closed tight; he bit his lips. This evidence of feeling in him relaxed the stony scrutiny of the watchers, and they shifted uneasily on their feet.
Allie stood watchingāwaiting, with her heart at her lips.
āWhere did you take my daughter?ā queried Lee, presently.
āTo the home of a trapper. My friendāSlingerland,ā replied Neale, indicating the buckskin-clad figure. āShe lived thereāslowly recovering. You donāt know that she lost her mindāfor a while. But she recovered.... And during an absence of Slingerlandāsāshe was taken away.ā
āWere you and sheāsweethearts?ā
āYes.ā
āAnd engaged to marry?ā
āOf course,ā replied Neale, dreamily.
āThat cannot be now.ā
āI understand. I didnāt expectāI didnāt think....ā
Allie Lee had believed many times that her heart was breaking, but now she knew it had never broken till then. Why did he not turn to see her waiting thereāstricken motionless and voiceless, wild to give the lie to those cold, strange words?
āThen, Nealeāif you will not accept anything from me, let us terminate this painful interview,ā said Allison Lee.
āIām sorry. I only wanted to tell youāand ask to seeāAllieāa moment,ā replied Neale.
āNo. It might cause a breakdown. I donāt want to risk anything that might prevent my taking the next train with her.ā
āGoing to take herāback East?ā asked Neale, as if talking to himself.
āCertainly.ā
āThenāIāwonāt see her!ā Neale murmured, dazedly.
At this juncture General Lodge stepped out. His face was dark, his mouth stern.
His action caused a breaking of the strange, vise-like clutchāthe mute and motionless spellāthat had fallen upon Allie. She felt the gathering of tremendous forces in her; in an instant she would show these stupid men the tumult of a womanās heart.
āLee, be generous,ā spoke up General Lodge, feelingly. āLet Neale see the girl.ā
āI said no!ā snapped Lee.
āBut why not, in Heavenās name?ā
āWhy? I told you why,ā declared Lee, passionately.
āBut, Leeāthat implication may not be true. We didnāt read all that letter,ā protested General Lodge.
āAsk him.ā
Then the general turned to Neale. āBoyātell meādid this Stanton woman love youādid you strike her? Did youāā The generalās voice failed.
Neale faced about with a tragic darkening of his face. āTo my shameāit is true,ā he said, clearly.
Then Allie Lee swept forward. āOh, Neale!ā
He seemed to rise and leap at once. And she ran straight into his arms. No man, no trouble, no mystery, no dishonor, no barrierānothing could have held her back the instant she saw how the sight of her, how the sound of her voice, had transformed Neale. For one tumultuous, glorious, terrible moment she clung to his neck, blind, her heart bursting. Then she fell back with hands seeking her breast.
āI heard!ā she cried. āI know nothing of Beauty
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