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Bloom of Cactus, a fiction by Robert Ames Bennet |
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Chapter 24. His Daughter's Father |
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_ CHAPTER XXIV. HIS DAUGHTER'S FATHER Carmena stroked the dishevelled Elsie's yellow locks. "There, there, sweetheart," she said soothingly. "The fighting is all over. The bad Indian really is dead this time. You've no more need to be frightened. Brother Jack and I will take care of you." Elsie gazed up into the loving dark eyes of her comforter. "Why, of course, Mena, when you've always----" The blue eyes suddenly widened. "But--but not always--papa and mamma--it seems only yesterday---- No, you--all these years---- But then I can't be only ten! My goodness, what a funny rumbly-wumble in my head--just like two dreams mixed up--only they're real--both of them!" "Yes, both real--all real, Blossom." "Except one thing," hastily put in Lennon. "It is Carmena whom I am going to marry, Elsie. Remember that." The girl looked at him, blushing and dimpling with shy delight. "Oh, it'll be ever so much nicer, 'cause then I can be just your dear little sister, and Mena loves you a thousand times more." Carmena's cheeks flooded with scarlet, but she faced Lennon with a look of unflinching candour. "Yes, Jack, I do. I tricked you into the Basin. For Dad's sake, I was ready to lead you to almost certain death from Cochise and his bunch. But after that Gila monster I loved you--I put you above all else except Blossom's safety and Dad's good name." Lennon glowed back at her, proud that he had won the love of such a woman, yet humble over the consciousness of how he had misjudged her. "You had no thought for yourself," he said. "You would have given your life--and more. You failed to save your father's life, but we shall save his name. Did Slade's Navahos share in the stock stealing?" "Only Pete. Of the others, Slade's four bodyguards alone knew about the Hole. But, once in, any of the punchers can trail us." "No," declared Lennon. "To be sure, there is one of the four left. But what if he does bring the punchers? All I need do is catch a pony, ride down the valley, and haul up the lift in the lower cañon." "Of course!" agreed Carmena. "What a loon I've been not to think of it myself! Of course, Cochise would have done it if we hadn't got the bunch up the cliff when we did. It will take the Navahos till noon to-morrow to ride all the way back and round to the head of Hell Cañon." "Good enough," said Lennon. "That solves all our difficulties. We can go out the cañon to-night and have a long start for the railway. There we will report how Slade and your father have been killed in a fight with a band of Apache stock thieves." "Oh, Jack! And Slade's Navahos will scatter when they hear he is dead, and they'll never talk. They're Indians. But the stock here in the Hole, what if the sheriff wants to investigate?" Lennon pointed upward. "If he should manage to get into the cliff house, there's nothing incriminating left. The dynamite obliterated the still. As for the stock, we will drive it out with us and deliver it up as part of the loot retaken by us from the thieves." Carmena put Elsie aside and rose to lay her hands on Lennon's shoulders. "Now I know for sure you love me," she said. "You love me enough to forget Dad as you knew him and to remember only that he was my father. You would shield his good name as you would shield your own. Yet I am the daughter of a rustler, of a moonshiner, of a drunken criminal." "No," denied Lennon. "You are the daughter of an unfortunate gentleman, who paid bitterly for his mistakes--who gave his life in an attempt to save you and the child whom he had taken in and sheltered. Let God judge whether he was not far more victim than wrongdoer." "But the daughter of a weak man----" Lennon smiled into her troubled eyes. "You glory of the desert--you cactus blossom! It was your very strength that repelled me, like the spines of the cactus. I never had known your like. I thought a woman must be weak and clinging." He cast a smiling glance at the wide-eyed Elsie. "But now, dear, I know that the bloom of the desert thorn may be even more fragrant and lovely than any garden flower." [THE END] _ |
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