The heat in the Plains was terrific, but Muriel's courage never
wavered. She endured it with unfaltering resolution, hour after hour
reckoning the dwindling miles that lay before them, passing over
all personal discomfort as of no account, content only to be going
forward.
But they left the Plains behind at last, and then came to the welcome
ascent to the Hill station through a country where pine-trees grew
ever more and more abundant.
At length at the close of a splendid day they reached it, and as they
were nearing their destination Will broke through his silence.
"She doesn't know even yet that you are coming," he said. "I thought
the suspense of waiting for you might be bad for her. Miss Roscoe--in
heaven's name--make her happy if you can!"
There was such a passion of entreaty in his voice that Muriel was
deeply touched. She gave him her hand impulsively.
"Mr. Musgrave," she said, "to this day I do not know what it was that
came between us, but I promise--I promise--that if any effort of mine
can remove it, it shall be removed to-night."
Will Musgrave squeezed her fingers hard. "God bless you!" he said
earnestly.
And with that he left her, and went on ahead to prepare Daisy for her
coming.
All her life Muriel remembered Daisy's welcome of that evening with
a thrill of pain.
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