Coniston — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 650 pages of information about Coniston — Complete.

Coniston — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 650 pages of information about Coniston — Complete.

“I hope you enjoyed the game,” he said at last, with a formality that was not at all characteristic.

Cynthia did not seem to think it worth while to answer this, so the painter tried to help him out.

“That was a fine stop you made, Mr. Worthington,” he said; “wasn’t it, Cynthia?”

“Everybody seemed to think so,” answered Cynthia, cruelly; “but if I were a man and had hands like that” (Bob thrust them in his pockets), “I believe I could stop a ball, too.”

Somers laughed uproariously.

“Good-by,” said Bob, with uneasy abruptness, “I’ve got to go into the field now.  When can I see you?”

“When you get back from the West—­perhaps,” said Cynthia.

“Oh,” cried Bob (they were calling him), “I must see you to-night!” He vaulted over the railing and turned.  “I’ll come back here right after the game,” he said; “there’s only one more inning.”

“We’ll come back right after the game,” repeated Mr. Duncan.

Bob shot one look at him,—­of which Mr. Duncan seemed blissfully unconscious,—­and stalked off abruptly to second base.

The artist sat pensive for a few moments, wondering at the ways of women, his sympathies unaccountably enlisted in behalf of Mr. Worthington.

“Weren’t you a little hard on him?” he said.

For answer Cynthia got to her feet.

“I think we ought to be going home,” she said.

“Going home!” he ejaculated in amazement.

“I promised Uncle Jethro I’d be there for supper,” and she led the way out of the grand stand.

So they drove back to Coniston through the level evening light, and when they came to Ephraim Prescott’s harness shop the old soldier waved at them cheerily from under the big flag which he had hung out in honor of the day.  The flag was silk, and incidentally Ephraim’s most valued possession.  Then they drew up before the tannery house, and Cynthia leaped out of the buggy and held out her hand to the painter with a smile.

“It was very good of you to take me,” she said.

Jethro Bass, rugged, uncouth, in rawhide boots and swallowtail and coonskin cap, came down from the porch to welcome her, and she ran toward him with an eagerness that started the painter to wondering afresh over the contrasts of life.  What, he asked himself, had Fate in store for Cynthia Wetherell?

CHAPTER III

“H-have a good time, Cynthy?” said Jethro, looking down into her face.  Love had wrought changes in Jethro; mightier changes than he suspected, and the girl did not know how zealous were the sentries of that love, how watchful they were, and how they told him often and again whether her heart, too, was smiling.

“It was very gay,” said Cynthia.

“P-painter-man gay?” inquired Jethro.

Cynthia’s eyes were on the orange line of the sunset over Coniston, but she laughed a little, indulgently.

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