The Treasure of Hidden Valley. Emerson Willis George

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      “I certainly do,” insisted Roderick, emphatically.

      “Yes, but wait – wait until I finish. I will promise to be your wife, Roderick – yes, I will promise – if you come for me I will marry you. But, oh, Roderick,” – and there were tears this time in her voice as well as in her eyes – “You will never come back – you will meet others not so old as I am, for I am very, very old, and tonight I feel that I would give worlds and worlds if they were mine to give, were I young once again. Of course, in your youthful generosity you don’t know what the disparagement of age means between husband and wife, when the husband is younger. A man may be a score of years older than a woman and all will be well – if they grow old together. It is God’s way. But if a woman is eight or ten years older than her husband, it is all different. No, Roderick, don’t take me in your arms, don’t even kiss me until I bid you good-by when you start for that gold’ mine of yours” – and as she said this she tried to laugh in her old way.

      “You seem to think,” said Roderick in a half-vexed, determined tone, “that I don’t know my own mind – that I do not know my own heart. Why, do you know, Stella, I have never loved any other girl nor ever had even a love affair?”

      She looked at him quickly and said: “Roderick, that’s just the trouble – you do not know – you cannot make a comparison, nor you won’t know until the other girl comes along. And then, then,” she said wearily, “I shall be weighed in the balance and found wanting, because – oh, Roderick, I am so old, and I am so sorry – ” and she turned away and hid her face in her hands. “I believe in you and I could love you with all my strength and soul. I am willing – listen Roderick,” she put up her hands protectingly, “don’t be impatient – I am willing to believe that you will be constant – that you will come back – I am willing to promise to be your wife.”

      “You make me the happiest man in the world,” exclaimed Roderick, crushing her to him with a sense of possession.

      “But there is one promise I am going to ask you to make,” she said.

      “Yes, yes,” said he, “I will promise anything.”

      “Well, it is this: If the other girl should come along, don’t fail to follow the inclination of your heart, for I could not be your wife and believe that the image of another woman was kept sacredly hidden away in the deep recesses of your soul. Do you understand?” There was something in her words – something in the way she spoke them – something in the thought, that struck Roderick as love itself, and it pleased him, because love is unselfish. Then he remembered that as yet he was penniless – it stung him. However, the world was before him and he must carve out a future and a fortune. It might take years, and in the meantime what of Stella Rain, who was even now deploring her many years? She would be getting older, and her chances, perhaps, for finding a home and settling down with a husband would be less and less.

      But he knew there was no such thought of selfishness on her part – her very unselfishness appealed to him strongly and added a touch of chivalry to his determination.

      Stella Rain sank into a cushioned chair and rested her chin upon one hand while, reaching to the piano keys with the other, she thrummed them softly. Roderick walked back and forth slowly before her in deep meditation. At last he paused and said: “I love you, I will prove I am worthy. There is no time to lose. The hour grows late. I have but an hour to reach my hotel, get my luggage and go to the depot I am going West tonight I will come for you within one year, provided I make my fortune; and I firmly believe in my destiny. If not – if I do not come – I will release you from your betrothal, if it is your wish that I do so.”

      Stella Rain laughed more naturally, and the old “come-on” twinkling was in her eyes again as she said: “Roderick, I don’t want to be released, because I love you very, very much. It is not that – it’s because – well, no difference – if you come, Roderick,” and she raised her hand to him from the piano – “if you come, and still want me to be your wife, I will go with you and live in the mountains or the remotest corner of the earth.”

      He took her hand in both his own and kissed it tenderly. “Very well, Stella, – you make it plain to me. But you shall see – you shall see,” and he looked squarely into her beautiful eyes.

      “Yes,” she said, rising to her feet, “we shall see, Roderick, we shall see. And do you know,” the twinkling was now gone from her eyes once more and she became serious again – “do you know, Roderick, it is the dearest hope of my life that you will come? But I shall love you just as much as I do now, Roderick, if for any cause – for whatever reason – you do not come. Do you understand?”

      “But,” interposed Roderick, “we are betrothed, are we not?”

      She looked at him and said, smiling half sadly: “Surely, Roderick, we are betrothed.”

      He put his big strong hands up to her cheeks, lifted her face to his and kissed her reverently. Then with a hasty good-by he turned and was gone.

      As Roderick hurried across the old campus he felt the elation of a gladiator. Of course, he would win in life’s battle, and would return for Stella Rain, the dearest girl in all the world. The stars were twinkling bright, the moon in the heavens was in the last quarter – bright moon and stars, fit companions for him in his all-conquering spirit of optimism.

      CHAPTER V – WESTWARD HO!

      AS the train rumbled along carrying Roderick back to Burlington, he was lost in reverie and exultation. He was making plans for a mighty future, into which now a romance of love was interwoven as well as the romance of a mysterious gold mine awaiting rediscovery in some hidden valley among rugged mountains. Yes; he would lose no further time in starting out for Wyoming. The winning of the one treasure meant the winning of the other – the making of both his own. As he dreamed of wealth unbounded, there was always singing in his heart the name of Stella Rain.

      Next day he was aboard a westbound train, booked for Rawlins, Wyoming, where, as his father’s letter had directed, he was likely to find the old frontiersman, Jim Rankin; perhaps also the other “cronies” referred to by name, Tom Sun and Boney Earnest At Omaha a young westerner boarded the train, and took a seat in the Pullman car opposite to Roderick. In easy western style the two fell into conversation, and Roderick soon learned that the newcomer’s name was Grant Jones, that he was a newspaper man by calling and resided in Dillon, Wyoming, right in the midst of the rich copper mines.

      “We are just over the mountain,” explained Jones, “from the town of Encampment, where the big smelter is located.”

      As the train sped along and they became better acquainted, Grant Jones pointed out to Roderick a dignified gentleman with glasses and a gray mustache occupying a seat well to the front of the car, and told him that this particular individual was no other than the “Boss of Montana” – Senator “Fence Everything” Greed. Jones laughed heartily at the name.

      “Of course, he is the U. S. Senator from Montana,” continued Jones, soberly, “and his name is F. E. Greed. His enemies out in Montana will be highly pleased at the new name I have given him – ’Fence Everything,’ because he has fenced in over 150,000 acres of Government land, it is claimed, and run the actual home-settlers out of his fenced enclosures while his immense herds of cattle trampled under foot and ate up the poor evicted people’s crops. Oh, he’s some ‘boss,’ all right, all right.”

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