And in those
mountains the river down there had its beginning.
She looked up swiftly, her eyes brimming with the golden flash of the
sun. "It is wonderful! And just over there is the town!"
"Yes, and beyond the town are the cities."
"And off there--"
"God's country," said Keith devoutly.
Mary Josephine drew a deep breath. "And people still live in towns and
cities!" she exclaimed in wondering credulity. "I've dreamed of 'over
here,' Derry, but I never dreamed that. And you've had it for years and
years, while I--oh, Derry!"
And again those two words filled his heart with gladness, words of
loving reproach, atremble with the mysterious whisper of a great
desire. For she was looking into the west. And her eyes and her heart
and her soul were in the west, and suddenly Keith saw his way as though
lighted by a flaming torch. He came near to forgetting that he was
Conniston. He spoke of his dream, his desire, and told her that last
night--before she came--he had made up his mind to go. She had come to
him just in time. A little later and he would have been gone, buried
utterly away from the world in the wonderland of the mountains. And now
they would go together.
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