LITMIR.BIZ

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664641472

Table of Contents

       I

       PROSPECTING

       II

       THE MAN

       III

       THE DESERT

       IV

       THE QUEST

       V

       THE TRAIL

       VI

       CAMP

       VII

       REVELATION

       VIII

       RENUNCIATION

       IX

       "FOR REMEMBRANCE"

       X

       HIS MOTHER

       XI

       REFUGE

       XII

       QUALIFYING FOR SERVICE

       XIII

       THE CALL OF THE DESERT

       XIV

       HOME

       XV

       THE WAY OF THE CROSS

       XVI

       THE LETTER

       XVII

       The Novels of Grace Livingston Hill

       LIDA LARRIMORE'S

       POPULAR NOVELS

I

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PROSPECTING

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      It was morning, high and clear as Arizona counts weather, and around the little railroad station were gathered a crowd of curious onlookers; seven Indians, three women from nearby shacks—drawn thither by the sight of the great private car that the night express had left on a side track—the usual number of loungers, a swarm of children, besides the station agent who had come out to watch proceedings.

      All the morning the private car had been an object of deep interest to those who lived within sight, and that was everybody on the plateau; and many and various had been the errands and excuses to go to the station that perchance the occupants of that car might be seen, or a glimpse of the interior of the moving palace; but the silken curtains had remained drawn until after nine o'clock.

      Within the last half hour, however, a change had taken place in the silent inscrutable car. The curtains had parted here and there, revealing dim flitting faces, a table spread with a snowy cloth and flowers in a vase, wild flowers they were, too, like those that grew all along the track, just weeds. Strange that one who could afford a private car cared for weeds in a glass on their dining-table, but then perhaps they didn't know.

      A fat cook with ebony skin and white linen attire had appeared on the rear platform beating eggs, and half whistling, half singing:

      He seemed in no wise affected or embarrassed by the natives who gradually encircled the end of the car, and the audience grew.

      They could dimly see the table where the inmates of the car were—dining?—it couldn't be breakfast at that hour surely. They heard the discussion about horses going on amid laughter and merry conversation, and they gathered that the car was to remain here for the day at least while some of the party went off on a horseback trip. It was nothing very unusual of course. Such things occasionally occurred in that region, but not often enough to lose their interest. Besides, to watch the tourists who chanced to stop in their tiny settlement was the only way for them to learn the fashions.

      Not that all the watchers stood and stared around the car. No, indeed. They made their headquarters around the station platform from whence they took brief and comprehensive excursions down to the freight station and back, going

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