The third afternoon, when he had watched for her in a fury of disappointment, he ordered his horse and went for a gallop down the sunken road to the mill.

At the first turn, where the woods opened into a burned out clearing, he came suddenly upon her, and the hunger at his heart gave place to a delicious sense of fulfilment.
"Blossom, how can you torture me so ?" he exclaimed when he had dismounted at her side and flung his arm about her.
She drew slowly away, submissive even in her avoidance.
"I did not mean to torture you--I'm sorry," she answered humbly.
"It's come to this!" he burst out, "that I can't stand it another week without losing my senses.

I've thought till I'm distracted.

Blossom, will you marry me ?" "O Mr.Jonathan!" she gasped while her breast fluttered like a bird's.
"Not openly, of course--there's my mother to think of--but I'll take you to Washington--we'll find a way somehow.

Can't you arrange to go to Applegate for a day or two, or let your people think you have ?" "I can--yes--" she responded in the same troubled tone.