" Endicott rose and paced back and forth.
Suddenly he stopped before the girl. "Marry me, Alice, and I'll buy a
ranch and we will live out here, and for us Brooklyn and Cincinnati
need never exist. I do love it all, but I love you a thousand times
more."
To Endicott's surprise the girl's eyes dropped before his gaze and
rested for a long time upon the grazing horses--then abruptly she
buried her face in her arms. The man had half expected a return to the
light half-mocking raillery that had been her staunchest weapon, but
there was nothing even remotely suggestive of raillery in the figure
that huddled at his feet. Suddenly, his face became very grave:
"Alice," he cried, bending over her, "is it because my hands are red?
Because I have taken a human life, and am flying from the hand of the
law like a common murderer?"
"No, no, no! Not that? I----"
Swiftly he gathered her into his arms, but she freed herself and shook
her head in protest. "Don't please," she pleaded softly. "Oh, I--I
can't choose."
"Choose!" cried Endicott. "Then there is--someone else? You have
found--" he stopped abruptly and drew a long breath. "I see," he said,
gently, "I think I understand."
The unexpected gentleness of the voice caused the girl to raise her
head. Endicott stood as he had stood a moment before, but his gaze was
upon the far mountains.
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