at she was taking everything in the world away
from him, this letter was not the most easy of letters to write. But
she had made the language very kind. Yes; it was a thoroughly kind
communication. And all because of that momentary visit, when he had
brought back to her two novels, EMMA and PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

"How do you like them?" she had then inquired; and he had smiled slowly
at her. "You haven't read them!" she exclaimed.

"No."

"Are you going to tell me there has been no time?"

"No."

Then Molly had scolded her cow-puncher, and to this he had listened with
pleasure undisguised, as indeed he listened to every word that she said.

"Why, it has come too late," he had told her when the scolding was over.
"If I was one of your little scholars hyeh in Bear Creek schoolhouse,
yu' could learn me to like such frillery I reckon. But I'm a mighty
ignorant, growed-up man."

"So much the worse for you!" said Molly.

"No. I am pretty glad I am a man. Else I could not have learned the
thing you have taught me."

But she shut her lips and looked away. On the desk was a letter written
from Vermont. "If you don't tell me at once when you decide," had said
the arch writer, "never hope to speak to me again. Mary Wood, seriously,
I am suspicious. Why do you never mention him nowadays? How exciting
to have you bring a live cow-boy to Bennington! We should all come
to dinner. Though of course I understand now that many of them have
excellent manners. But would he wear his pistol at table?" So the letter
ran on. It recounted the latest home gossip and jokes. In answering it
Molly Wood had taken no notice of its childish tone here and there.

"Hyeh's some of them cactus blossoms yu' wanted," said the Virginian.
His voice recalled the girl with almost a start. "I've brought a good
hawss I've gentled for yu', and Taylor'll keep him till I need him."

"Thank you so much! but I wish--"

"I reckon yu' can't stop me lendin' Taylor a hawss. And you cert'nly'll
get sick schoolteachin' if yu' don't keep outdoors some. Good-by--till
that next time."

"Yes; there's always a next time," she answered, as lightly as she
could.

"There always will be. Don't yu' know that?"

She did not reply.

"I have discouraged spells," he pursued, "but I down them. For I've told
yu' you were going to love me. You are goin' to learn back the thing you
have taught me. I'm not askin' anything now; I don't want you to speak a
word to me. But I'm