The Lilac Girl by Ralph Henry Barbour
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So unreal had she looked that his heart pounded with relief when she
spoke. "There's a hot-box," he answered, in the tones of one repeating a lesson learned. His eyes devoured her face hungrily. "Oh!" said the girl, softly. "Then--then you aren't a robber, are you?" Wade merely shook his head. "I heard noises, and then--when I opened the door--and saw you standing there--." The first alarm was yielding to curiosity. She glanced at the scarred and stained hand which grasped the brass railing, and from there to the pleasant, eager, sunburnt face under the upturned brim of the battered sombrero. "No, I see you're not that," she went on reflectively. "Are you a miner?" "No, only a prospector. We're camped up there." He tilted his head toward the slope without moving his gaze. "Oh," said the girl. Perhaps she found that steady, unwinking regard of his disconcerting, for she turned her head away slightly so that her eyes were hidden from him. But the soft profile of the young face stood clear against the darkening sky, and Wade gazed enravished. "You are looking for gold?" she asked. "Yes." "And--have you found it?" "No." |
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