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A Mountain Woman and Other Stories

She half raised her head, with a horror of comprehension in her eyes, and listened. A cry
answered her, -- a cry of dull pain from the baby. Henderson dropped on his knees beside
her.
"They are all safe," he said. "And we will never leave you again. I have been afraid to tell
you how I love you. I thought I might offend you. I thought I ought to wait -- you know
why. But I will never let you run the risks of this awful life alone again. You must
rename the baby. From this day his name is John. And we will have the three Johns again
back at the old ranch. It doesn't matter whether you love me or not, Catherine, I am going
to take care of you just the same. Gillispie agrees with me."
"Damme, yes," muttered Gillispie, feeling of his hip-pocket for consolation in his old
manner.
Catherine struggled to find her voice, but it would not come.
"Do not speak," whispered John. "Tell me with your eyes whether you will come as my
wife or only as our sister."
Catherine told him.
"This is Thanksgiving day," said he. "And we don't know much about praying, but I
guess we all have something in our hearts that does just as well."
"Damme, yes," said Gillispie, again, as he pensively cocked and uncocked his revolver.
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