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Page 64
"GREAT GOD IN HEAVEN--"
In the doorway she stood, her arms reaching out to him, love, glory,
triumph in her face--MARY JOSEPHINE!
He swayed; he groped out; something blinded him--tears--hot, blinding
tears that choked him, that came with a sob in his throat. And then she
was in his arms, and her arms were around him, and she was laughing and
crying, and he heard her say: "Why--why didn't you come back--to
me--that night? Why--why did you--go out--through the--window? I--I was
waiting--and I--I'd have gone--with you--"
From the door behind them came Duggan's voice, chuckling, exultant,
booming with triumph. "Johnny, didn't I tell you there was lots bigger
lies than yourn? Didn't I? Eh?"
XXV
It was many minutes, after Keith's arms had closed around Mary
Josephine, before he released her enough to hold her out and look at
her. She was there, every bit of her, eyes glowing with a greater glory
and her face wildly aflush with a thing that had never been there
before; and suddenly, as he devoured her in that hungry look, she gave
a little cry, and hugged herself to his breast, and hid her face there.
And he was whispering again and again, as though he could find no other
word,
"Mary--Mary--Mary--"
Duggan drew away from the door. The two had paid no attention to his
voice, and the old river-man was one continuous chuckle as he unpacked
Keith's horse and attended to his own, hobbling them both and tying
cow-bells to them. It was half an hour before he ventured up out of the
grove along the creek and approached the cabin again. Even then he
halted, fussing with a piece of harness, until he saw Mary Josephine in
the door. The sun was shining on her. Her glorious hair was down, and
behind her was Keith, so close that his shoulders were covered with it.
Like a bird Mary Josephine sped to Duggan. Great red beard and all she
hugged him, and on the flaming red of his bare cheek-bone she kissed
him.
"Gosh," said Duggan, at a loss for something better to say. "Gosh--"
Then Keith had him by the hand. "Andy, you ripsnorting old liar, if you
weren't old enough to be my father, I'd whale the daylights out of
you!" he cried joyously. "I would, just because I love you so! You've
made this day the--the--the--"
"--The most memorable of my life," helped Mary Josephine. "Is that
it--John?"
Timidly, for the first time, her cheek against his shoulder, she spoke
his name. And before Duggan's eyes Keith kissed her.
Hours later, in a world aglow with the light of stars and a radiant
moon, Keith and Mary Josephine were alone out in the heart of their
little valley. To Keith it was last night returned, only more
wonderful. There was the same droning song in the still air, the low
rippling of running water, the mysterious whisperings of the mountains.
All about them were the guardian peaks of the snow-capped ranges, and
under their feet was the soft lush of grass and the sweet scent of
flowers. "Our valley of dreams," Mary Josephine had named it, an
infinite happiness trembling in her voice. "Our beautiful valley of
dreams--come true!" "And you would have come with me--that night?"
asked Keith wonderingly. "That night--I ran away?"
"Yes. I didn't hear you go. And at last I went to your door and
listened, and then I knocked, and after that I called to you, and when
you didn't answer, I entered your room."
"Dear heaven!" breathed Keith. "After all that, you would have come
away with me, covered with blood, a--a murderer, they say--a hunted
man--"
"John, dear." She took one of his hands in both her own and held it
tight. "John, dear, I've got something to tell you."
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