Through stained glass eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 297 pages of information about Through stained glass.

Through stained glass eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 297 pages of information about Through stained glass.

Leighton frowned.

“Do you know where Natalie is living?  She’s there.”  His brow clouded with thoughts of the scene of his bitter love.

H lne understood.

“I know.  I thought so,” she said.

“I’ll send Lewis to her.”

“No, Glen,” said H lne softly, “you’ll take him to her.”

When all was ready for the start, Nelton appeared before Leighton.

“Please, sir,” he said, “I’ve taken the liberty of packing my bags, too, thank, you, sir.  I thought, sir, since you’re both going, the flat might be locked up.”

“Well,” said Leighton, “I suppose it might for once.  Where are you off to?”

“Why, with you, sir.  If you don’t mind, sir, I’d like to see this America.”

Leighton smiled.

“Come along, by all means, Nelton,” he said.  “Go ahead with the baggage, and see that Master Lewis and I get a compartment to ourselves.  Here’s half a crown.”

Leighton and Lewis were not traveling with the rush of the traffic.  It was too early in the year.  While the boat was not crowded, it was by no means deserted.  It had just that number of passengers on board which an old traveler would like to stipulate for on buying his ticket; enough to keep the saloons from hollow echoes, and not enough to block even a single deck.

“Are these all Americans?” asked Lewis on their third day out.

Leighton glanced rapidly up and down the deck.

“No,” he said, “there’s hardly a typical American in the lot.  Wrong time of year.  You see there are more men than women.  That’s a sure sign this isn’t an American pleasure-boat.  There are a good many English on board, the traveling kind.  They’re going over to ‘do’ America before the heat comes on.  What Americans you see are tainted.”

“What’s a tainted American?” asked Lewis.

“I’m a tainted American, and you are,” said Leighton.  “A tainted American is one who has lived so long abroad that he goes to America on business.”

CHAPTER XLII

The house that Aunt Jed had left to Natalie stood on the lip of a vast basin.  From its veranda one looked down into a peaceful cup of life.  The variegated green of the valley proclaimed to the wandering eye,

     “All sorts are here that all the earth yields! 
      Variety without end.”

There was a patchwork of fields bordered with gray stone walls, of stray bits of pasture, of fallow meadow and glint of running water, of woodland, orchard, and the habitations of man made still by distance.

Aunt Jed’s house was not on the highway.  The highway was miles off, and cut the far side of the basin in a long, straight slant.  On that gash of white one could see occasional tiny motor-cars hurrying up and down like toys on a taut string.  Only one motor, a pioneer car, had struggled up the road that led past Natalie’s door, and immediately after, that detour had been marked as impassable on all the best maps.

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