Part 5 (1/2)
”God bless you, sweetheart,” he cried, and kissed her again,--ht now, isn't it? I knew ive his consent when he found out what you were”
The expression of pain which had troubled hiain, and she put her hand on his shoulder
”Listen, dearest,” she said, ”I love you I a this for you You must understand that”
”Why, yes, Cynthia, I understand it--of course I do,” he answered, perplexed ”I understand it, but I don't deserve it”
”I want you to know,” she continued in a low voice, ”that I should have married you anyway I--I could not have helped it”
”Cynthia!”
”If you were to go back to the locomotive works' tomorroould marry you”
”On ninety dollars a month?” exclaimed Bob
”If you wantedcabin with you the rest of my life”
She dren his face to hers, and kissed him
”But I wished you to be reconciled with your father,” she said; ”I could not bear to come between you You--you are reconciled, aren't you?”
”Indeed, we are,” he said
”I alad, Bob,” she answered simply ”I should not have been happy if I had driven you away from the place where you should be, which is your home”
”Wherever you are will be my home; sweetheart,” he said, and pressed her to hi past his shoulder into the street, she saw Lee before the door
”Bob,” she said, ”I o to Coniston and see Uncle Jethro I promised him”
Bob's ansas to walk into the entry, where he stood waving the e driver
”I guess you won't get anybody here, Lem,” he called out
”But, Bob,” protested Cynthia, froo, I proo,” she added when he turned
”I'e to Coniston to-dayto steal your best passenger”
Le down his reins and jue and ca Cynthia
”Hev you took him, Cynthy?” he deratulate ratulate her in a ht of her, Bob,” he said after he had shaken both of Bob's hands and brushed his own eyes with his coat sleeve ”I've knowed her so long--” Whereupon utterance failed hiain and drove off
And then Cynthia sent Bob on an errand--not a very long one, and while he was gone, she sat down at the table and tried to realize her happiness, and failed In less than ten minutes Bob had come back with Cousin Ephrai his ar It is a fact that old soldiers sometimes cry But his tears did not choke his utterance