"Who taught you thoughtfulness?" she asked, gravely. He stood

disconcerted. "I find consideration common among Western men," she

went on, generalizing prettily; "our men don't have it. Does a life so

rough and terrible as this give men the consideration that we expect

elsewhere and do not find? Ah, that poor shoveller. Isn't it horrible

to die so? Did everyone else escape?"

"They are ready to start, I think," he suggested, uneasily.

"Oh, are they?"

"You are coming to see us?" called Marie, leaning from the top, while

Glover paused behind her sister, when they had reached the stage. He

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stood with his hat in his hand. The dazzling sun made copper of the

swarthy brown of his lower face and brought out the white of his

forehead where the hair crisped wet in the heat of the morning.

Gertrude Brock, after she had gained her seat with his help, looked

down while he talked; looked at the top of his head, and listening

vaguely to Marie, noted his long, bony hand as it clung to the window

strap--the hand of the most audacious man she had ever met in her

life--who had made an avowal to her on the observation platform of her

father's own car--and she mused at the explosion that would have

followed had she ever breathed a syllable of the circumstance to her

own fiery papa.

But she had told no one--least of all, the young man that had asked her

before she left Pittsburg to marry him and was now writing her every

other day--Allen Harrison. Indeed, what could be more ridiculously

embarrassing than to be assailed so unexpectedly? She had no mind to

make herself anyone's laughing-stock by speaking of it. One thing,

however, she had vaguely determined--since Glover had frightened her

she would retaliate at least a little before she returned to the quiet

of Fifth Avenue.

Marie was still talking to him. "Why haven't you heard? I thought

sister would have told you. The doctor says I gained faster here than

anywhere between the two oceans, and we are all to spend six weeks up

at Glen Tarn Springs. Papa is going East and coming back after us, and

we shall expect you to come to the Springs very often."

The stage was starting. Gertrude faced backward as she sat. She could

see Glover's salutation, and she waved a glove. He was as utterly

confused as she could desire. She saw him rejoin his companion

engineer near where lay the shoveller with the covered face, and the

thought of the terrible accident depressed her. As she last saw Glover

he was pointing at the faulty bank, and she knew that the two men were

planning again for the safety of the men.

About Glen Tarn, now quite the best known of the Northern mountain

resorts, there is no month like October: no sun like the October sun,

and no frost like the first that stills the aspen. Moreover, the

travel is done, the parks are deserted, the mountains robing for

winter. In October, the horse, starting, shrinks under his rider, for

the lion, always moving, never seen, is following the game into the

valleys, leaving the grizzly to beat his stubborn retreat from the snow

line alone.




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