"
He turned slowly, and walked away. As his hand touched the latch of
the door he paused and looked longingly back.
"Naida."
She glanced up at him.
"You kissed me once; will you again?"
She rose silently and crossed over to him, her hands held out, her eyes
uplifted to his own. Neither spoke as he drew her gently to him, and
their lips met.
"Say it once more, sweetheart?"
"Donald, I love you."
A moment they stood thus face to face, reading the great lesson of
eternity within the depths of each other's eyes. Then slowly, gently,
she released herself from the clasp of his strong arms.
"You believe in me now? You do not go away blaming me?" she
questioned, with quivering lips.
"There is no blame, for you are doing what you think right. But I am
coming back, Naida, little woman; coming back to love and you."
An hour later N Troop trotted across the rude bridge, and circled the
bluff, on its way toward the wide plains. Brant, riding ahead of his
men, caught a glimpse of something white fluttering from an open window
of the yellow house fronting the road. Instantly he whipped off his
campaign hat, and bowing to the saddle pommel, rode bareheaded out of
sight.
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