Этюд в багровых тонах

           “ThankGod!”hesaid,hoarsely,stoopingandkissingher. “Itissettled,then. ThelongerIstay,theharderitwillbetogo. Theyarewaitingformeatthecañon. Good-bye,myowndarling—good-bye. Intwomonthsyoushallseeme.” 

           Hetorehimselffromherashespoke,and,flinginghimselfuponhishorse,gallopedfuriouslyaway,neverevenlookinground,asthoughafraidthathisresolutionmightfailhimifhetookoneglanceatwhathewasleaving. Shestoodatthegate,gazingafterhimuntilhevanishedfromhersight. Thenshewalkedbackintothehouse,thehappiestgirlinallUtah.