Bob Hampton of Placer - Page 205/205

"And my mother?" The question was a trembling whisper from quivering

lips.

"Your mother," he said, regretfully, "was an exceedingly proud woman,

belonging to a family of social prominence in the East. She felt

deeply the causeless gossip connecting her name with the case, as well

as the open disgrace of her husband's conviction. She refused to

receive her former friends, and even failed in loyalty to your father

in his time of trial. It is impossible now to fix the fault clearly,

or to account for her actions. Captain Nolan turned over all his

property to her, and the moment she could do so, she disappeared from

the fort, taking you with her. From that hour none of her old

acquaintances could learn anything regarding her whereabouts. She did

not return to her family in the East, nor correspond with any one in

the army. Probably, utterly broken-hearted, she sought seclusion in

some city. How Gillis obtained possession of you remains a mystery."

"Is that all?"

"Everything."

They kept silence for a long while, the slow tears dropping from her

eyes, her hands clasped in her lap. His heart, heavy with sympathy,

would not permit him to break in upon her deep sorrow with words of

comfort.

"Naida," he whispered, at last, "this may not be the time for me to

speak such words, but you are all alone now. Will you go back to

Bethune with me--back to the old regiment as my wife?"

A moment she bowed her head before him; then lifted it and held out her

hands. "I will."

"Say to me again what you once said."

"Donald, I love you."

Gently he drew her down to him, and their lips met.

The red sun was sinking behind the fringe of trees, and the shadowed

nook in which they sat was darkening fast. He had been watching her in

silence, unable to escape feeling a little hurt because of her grave

face, and those tears yet clinging to her lashes.

"I wish you to be very happy, Naida dear," he whispered, drawing her

head tenderly down until it found rest upon his shoulder.

"Yes, I feel you do, and I am; but it cannot come all at once, Donald,

for I have lost so much--so much. I--I hope he knows."