"Allie, do you understand me now? You--have something--to live
for! ... Do you hear?"
When his ear caught the faint "Yes" he suddenly grew glad and strong
with what he felt to be a victory over her gloom and despair.
"Listen. I'm going to my work," he began, swiftly. "I'll be gone
weeks--maybe more. BUT I'LL COME BACK! ... Early in the fall. I'll be
with you all winter. I'm to work here on the pass.... Then--then--
Well, I'll be a big man on the U. P. some day. Chief engineer or
superintendent of maintenance of way.... You're all alone--maybe
you'll care for me some day. I'll work hard. It's a great idea--this
railroad. When it's done--and I've my big job--will you--you'll
marry me then?"
Neale heard her gasp and felt her quiver. He let go of her and stood
up, for fear he might suddenly take her in his arms. His words had
been shock enough. He felt remorse, anxiety, tenderness, and yet he
was glad. Some delicate and fine consciousness in him told him he
had not done wrong, even if he had been dominating. She was alone in
the world; he had saved her life. His heart beat quick and heavy.
"Good-by, Allie.... I'll come back. Never forget!"
She stayed motionless on her knees with the mass of hair hiding her
face, and she neither spoke nor made a sign.
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