tense moment she stood there, lightning scorn and passion in her
gaze, and then she rushed out, impetuously, as she had come.

CHAPTER VIII

Columbine did not leave her room any more that day. What she suffered
there she did not want any one to know. What it cost her to conquer
herself again she had only a faint conception of. She did conquer,
however, and that night made up the sleep she had lost the night before.

Strangely enough, she did not feel afraid to face the rancher and his
son. Recent happenings had not only changed her, but had seemed to give
her strength. When she presented herself at the breakfast-table Jack was
absent. The old rancher greeted her with more thar usual solicitude.

"Jack's sick," he remarked, presently.

"Indeed," replied Columbine.

"Yes. He said it was the drinkin' he's not accustomed to. Wal, I reckon
it was what you called him. He didn't take much store on what I called
him, which was wuss.... I tell you, lass, Jack's set his heart so hard
on you thet it's turrible."

"Queer way he has of showing the--the affections of his heart," replied
Columbine, shortly.

"Thet was the drink," remonstrated the old man, pathetic and earnest in
his motive to smooth over the quarrel.

"But he promised me he would not drink any more."

Belllounds shook his gray old head sadly.

"Ahuh! Jack fires up an' promises anythin'. He means it at the time.
But the next hankerin' thet comes over him wipes out the promise. I
know.... But he's had good excuse fer this break. The boys in town began
celebratin' fer October first. Great wonder Jack didn't come home
clean drunk."

"Dad, you're as good as gold," said Columbine, softening. How could she
feel hard toward him?

"Collie, then you're not agoin' back on the ole man?"

"No."

"I was afeared you'd change your mind about marryin' Jack."

"When I promised I meant it. I didn't make it on conditions."

"But, lass, promises can be broke," he said, with the sonorous roll in
his voice.

"I never yet broke one of mine."

"Wal, I hev. Not often, mebbe, but I hev.... An', lass, it's reasonable.
Thar's times when a man jest can't live up to what he swore by. An' fer
a girl--why, I can see how easy she'd change an' grow overnight. It's
only fair fer me to say that no matter what you think you owe me you
couldn't be blamed now fer dislikin' Jack."

"Dad, if by marrying Jack I can help him to be a better son to you, and
more of a man, I'll be gl