I know what orphanage in childhood is, dear
Thurston, and so must you. Bring the boy home. And if he lives with you,
I will do all I can to supply his mother's place."
"Dear girl! dear, dear Marian, my heart so longs to press you to itself.
A plague upon these horses that keep us so far apart! I wish we were on
foot!"
"Do you?" smiled Marian, directing his attention to the sloppy path down
which they were riding.
Thurston smiled ruefully, and then sighed.
"When do you set out on your long journey, dear Thurston?"
"I have not fixed the time, my Marian! I have not the courage to name
the day that shall part us for so long."
He looked at her with a heavy sigh, and then added:
"I shrink from appointing the time of going, as a criminal might shrink
from giving the signal for his own execution."
"Then let some other agent do it," said Marian, smiling at his
earnestness. Then she added--"I shall go to Washington with Jacquelina.
Her party will set out on Wednesday next. And, dear Thurston, I shall
not like to leave you here, at all. I shall go with more content, if I
knew that you set out the same day for your journey."
"But fairest Marian, never believe but that if you go to Washington, I
shall take that city in on my way.
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