Was he too angry to forgive her?
Had her seeming indifference at last killed his love?
Why had he not sent her a note or a message?
He knew that she was to leave on the early train, that there would be no chance to speak with her alone in the morning.
A faint streak of misty light shone through the window.

She watched it deepen to rose.
By and by Rachel came in to make the fire.

She tiptoed to the bed and peeped through the curtains.
"You 'wake, Miss Rufe?
Dey's been terrible goings on in town last night! Didn't you hear de posse goin' by ?" "What was it?
What's the matter ?" cried Ruth, sitting up in bed.
"Dat jail-bird Wilson done shot Jedge Hollis.

'Mos' ebery man in town went out to ketch him.

Dey been gone all night." "Sandy went with them," thought Ruth, in sudden relief; then she thought of the judge.
"Oh, Rachel, is he dangerously hurt?
Will he die ?" "De las' accounts was mighty bad.