Harry Leon Wilson
Ewing's Lady
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664564726
Table of Contents
CHAPTER II A LADY LOSES HERSELF
CHAPTER V INTO THE PAST AND OUT
CHAPTER VI THE LADY AND THE PLAN
CHAPTER VII TWO SLEEPERS AWAKEN
CHAPTER VIII THE JOURNEY WONDER
CHAPTER IX A DINNER AT SEVEN-THIRTY
CHAPTER X THE WAY OF THE LITTLE MAN
CHAPTER XI A NIGHT AT THE MONASTERY
CHAPTER XIII SEARCHING THE WILDERNESS
CHAPTER XIV THE TRICK OF COLOR
CHAPTER XVI TEEVAN AS SPECIAL PROVIDENCE
CHAPTER XVIII MRS. LAITHE IS IN
CHAPTER XXI THE DRAMA IN NINTH STREET
CHAPTER XXV MRS. LAITHE IS ENLIGHTENED
CHAPTER XXVII THE HILLS OF REST
CHAPTER XXXI THE MISSION OF EWING
CHAPTER XXXII THE TURNING OF COONEY
CHAPTER I
EWING'S KID
TWO weeks of instructive contact with the Bar-7 school of gallantry had prepared Mrs. Laithe to be amazed at her first encounter with Ewing's kid. Riding out from the ranch one afternoon and turning, for coolness, up the wooded mesa that rises from the creek flat, she overwhelmed him at a bend in the trail. Stricken motionless, he glared at the lady with eyes in which she was compelled to believe that she read more horror than admiration. There was a moment of this; then her pony neighed a greeting to the statue—of dusty bronze—as if to say that things were not so bad as they seemed, and the gazing youth broke the spell his vision had laid upon him. He bowed his head doggedly and vanished beyond some low-growing cedars that lined the way.
As he fled the lady laughed softly, yet was silent, with face austerely set as she passed the point of his evanishment. His behavior recalled that of a deer she had terrorized one day in this same green isle of the woods; and she had laughed the same furtive laugh, as if in confidence to herself, when the creature tossed its head in challenge, pawed the earth with a dainty bravado, and then fled in such an ecstasy of panic that she could hear it crashing through the underbrush long after it had vanished. But this human woods-creature had gone silently; and no great way, she suspected—far enough only to screen himself while his eyes still held her through some opening in the green curtain. Wherefore let us comprehend the mien of austerity as she passed.
Elusiveness in the male, be it bluntly said, was confounding to the experience of Mrs. Laithe since she had ventured into the San Juan Mountains under the nominal care of an inattentive brother, and her belief was still firm that the men about her suffered little from shyness. This latest specimen would be a single variation from type and of slight value in determining the ways of his kind.
As her pony picked its way up the trail she mused over the not unpleasant picture of the youth at bay. It was a thing to be caught at the moment, for she would find him otherwise, she believed, at their next meeting. She would come on him some day at Bar-7, or at one of the ranches neighboring it, and find him quite like his fellows, rigidly respectful, but with a self-confidence and a simple directness in his gallantry that had entertained her not a little as practiced by local courtiers. He would be like the others, from Beulah Pierce, owner of Bar-7, down to Shane Riley, humble helper in the cookhouse.
An hour later, refreshed by the balsam-laden air of the upper reaches, she left the woods at the foot of the mesa and rode out on the willow flat, lush with grass for Bar-7's winter feeding. From the first bench above the creek she descried the figures of two men in front of the ranch house. One she saw