"My
Felicitations! and E'en though I know Not Your Identity, Still I May
Sense Your Fond Confusion."
"Oh, I Can't Tell You How Glad I Am to See You So--So Well!"
THEN I'LL COME BACK TO YOU
CHAPTER I
I DON'T MIND IF I DO!
That year no rain had fallen for a score of days in the hill country.
The valley road that wound upward and still upward from the town of
Morrison ran a ribbon of puffy yellow dust between sun-baked,
brown-sodded dunes; ran north and north, a tortuous series of loops on
loops, to lose itself at last in the cooler promise of the first
bulwark of the mountains. They looked cooler, the distant wooded
hills; for all the shimmering heat waves that danced and eddied in the
gaps and glanced, shaft-like, from the brittle needles of the pines
which sentineled the ridges, they hinted at depths to which the sun's
rays could not penetrate; they hinted at chasms padded with moss,
shadowed and dim beneath chapel arches of spruce and hemlock, even
chilly with the spray of spring-fed brooks that brawled in miniature
rocky canyons. And they made the gasping heat of the valley a little
more unendurable by very contrast.
Since early afternoon Caleb Hunter had been sitting almost immobile in
the shade of the trellis which flanked the deep verandas of his huge
white, thick-pillared house on the hill above the river. It was
reminiscent of another locality--the old Hunter place on the valley
road.
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