A Prairie Courtship
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Bindloss Harold. A Prairie Courtship
CHAPTER I. A COLD WELCOME
CHAPTER II. MAVERICK THORNE
CHAPTER III. THE CAMP IN THE BLUFF
CHAPTER IV. THE FARQUHAR HOMESTEAD
CHAPTER V. THORNE GIVES ADVICE
CHAPTER VI. THORNE CONTEMPLATES A CHANGE
CHAPTER VII. A USEFUL FRIEND
CHAPTER VIII. A FIT OF TEMPER
CHAPTER IX. THE RAISING
CHAPTER X. THORNE RESENTS REPROOF
CHAPTER XI. AN ESCAPADE
CHAPTER XII. HUNTER MAKES AN ENEMY
CHAPTER XIII. NEVIS PICKS UP A CLUE
CHAPTER XIV. WINTHROP'S LETTER
CHAPTER XV. ON THE TRAIL
CHAPTER XVI. CORPORAL SLANEY'S DEFEAT
CHAPTER XVII. A COMPROMISE
CHAPTER XVIII. NEVIS'S VISITOR
CHAPTER XIX. THE MORTGAGE DEED
CHAPTER XX. HAIL
CHAPTER XXI. A POINT OF HONOR
CHAPTER XXII. ALISON SPOILS HER GLOVES
CHAPTER XXIII. AN UNEXPECTED DISASTER
CHAPTER XXIV. LUCY GOES TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER XXV. THE ONLY MEANS
CHAPTER XXVI. OPEN CONFESSION
CHAPTER XXVII. A HELPING HAND
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE RECKONING
CHAPTER XXIX. THE NEW OUTLOOK
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Alison slept soundly that night. The blow had been so heavy and unexpected that it had deadened her sensibility, and kindly nature had her way. Besides, the very hard berth she occupied was at least still, and she was not kept awake by the distressful vibration that had disturbed her in the Colonist car. Awakening refreshed in the morning, she sallied out to purchase provisions for the day, and was unpleasantly astonished at the cost of them. She had yet to learn that a dollar goes a very little way in a country where rents and wages are high.
Returning to the emigrant quarters which were provided with a cooking-stove, she made a frugal breakfast, and then after a conversation with an official who gave her all the information in his power, she spent the day offering her services at stores and hotels and offices up and down the city. Nobody, however, seemed to want her. It was, she learned, a time of general bad trade, for the wheat harvest, on which that city largely depends, had failed the previous year.
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It was, however, warm at last, and a wonderful fresh breeze which had the quality of an elixir in it rippled the whitened grass. Alison felt her heart grow lighter. The vast plain was certainly desolate, but it had lost its forbidding grimness. It had no limit or boundary; one felt free out there and cares and apprehensions melted in the sunshine that flooded it. She began to understand why she had seen no pinched and pallid faces in this new land. Its inhabitants laughed whole-heartedly, looked one in the eyes, and walked with a quick, jaunty swing. They seemed alert, self-confident, optimistic and quaintly whimsical. It was hard to believe there was not some nook in it that she could fill.
In the meanwhile she was becoming more reassured about her companion. She decided that his age was twenty-six and that he had a pleasant face. His eyes were clear and brown and steady, his nose and lips clearly cut, and there was a suggestive cleanness about his deeply bronzed skin which was the result of a simple and wholesome life led out in the wind and the sun. Alison was puzzled, however, by something in both his manner and his voice that hinted at a careful upbringing and intelligence. It certainly was not in keeping with his clothes or his profession, which was apparently that of a pedler. She had already noticed the nerve and coolness with which he controlled the half-broken team.
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