Her lawyers should arrange the business. They would purchase the house

that Grandmother Brady desired, and then give her her money to build a

church. She would go back, and teach among the lonely wastes of mountain

and prairie what Jesus Christ longed to be to the people made in His

image. She would go back and place above the graves of her father and

mother and brothers stones that should bear the words of life to all who

should pass by in that desolate region. And that should be her excuse to

the world for going, if she needed any excuse--she had gone to see about

placing a monument over her father's grave. But the monument should be a

church somewhere where it was most needed. She was resolved upon that.

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That was a busy night. Marie was called upon to pack a few things for a

hurried journey. The telephone rang, and the sleepy night-operator

answered crossly. But Elizabeth found out all she wanted to know about the

early Chicago trains, and then lay down to rest.

Early the next morning George Benedict telephoned for some flowers from

the florist; and, when they arrived, he pleased himself by taking them to

Elizabeth's door.

He did not expect to find her up, but it would be a pleasure to have them

reach her by his own hand. They would be sent up to her room, and she

would know in her first waking thought that he remembered her. He smiled

as he touched the bell and stood waiting.

The old butler opened the door. He looked as if he had not fully finished

his night's sleep. He listened mechanically to the message, "For Miss

Bailey with Mr. Benedict's good-morning," and then his face took on a

deprecatory expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Benedict," he said, as if in the matter he were personally

to blame; "but she's just gone. Miss Elizabeth's mighty quick in her ways,

and last night after she come home she decided to go to Chicago on the

early train. She's just gone to the station not ten minutes ago. They was

late, and had to hurry. I'm expecting the footman back every minute."

"Gone?" said George Benedict, standing blankly on the door-step and

looking down the street as if that should bring her. "Gone? To Chicago,

did you say?"

"Yes, sir, she's gone to Chicago. That is, she's going further, but she

took the Chicago Limited. She's gone to see about a monument for Madam's

son John, Miss 'Lizabuth's father. She said she must go at once, and she

went."

"What time does that train leave?" asked the young man. It was a thread of

hope. He was stung into a superhuman effort as he had been on the prairie

when he had caught the flying vision of the girl and horse, and he had

shouted, and she would not stop for him.




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