But there was another whose name I recall--Jack
Moffat. Why not have him?"
Miss Spencer glanced uneasily at her chosen companion, her cheeks
reddening. But that gentleman remained provokingly silent, and she was
compelled to reply.
"We--we never mention him any more. He was a very bad man."
"Indeed?"
"Yes; it seems he had a wife and four children he had run away from,
back in Iowa. Perhaps that was why his eyes always looked so sad. She
actually advertised for him in one of the Omaha papers. It was a
terrible shock to all of us. I was so grateful to Howard that he
succeeded in opening my eyes in time."
Mr. Wynkoop placed his hand gently upon her shoulder. "Never mind,
dearie," he said, cheerfully. "The West was all so strange to you, and
it seemed very wonderful at first. But that is all safely over with
now, and, as my wife, you will forget the unpleasant memories."
And Miss Spencer, totally oblivious to Brant's presence, turned
impulsively and kissed him.
There was a rustle at the inner door, and Naida stood there. Their
eyes met, and the color mounted swiftly to the girl's cheeks.
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