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as the long field beyond。  〃If;〃 went on Peyton; 〃such a decision is

made; these men will push on and claim the house and everything on

the terrace。〃



〃But;〃 said Clarence quickly; 〃you said their title was only

valuable where they have got or can give POSSESSION。  You already

have yours。  They can't take it from you except by force。〃



〃No;〃 said Peyton grimly; 〃nor will they dare to do it as long as I

live to fight them。〃



〃But;〃 persisted Clarence; with the same singular hesitancy of

manner; 〃why didn't you purchase possession of at least that part of

the land which lies so dangerously near your own house?〃



〃Because it was held by squatters; who naturally preferred buying

what might prove a legal title to their land from these impostors

than to sell out their possession to ME at a fair price。〃



〃But couldn't you have bought from them both?〃 continued Clarence。



〃My dear Clarence; I am not a Croesus nor a fool。  Only a man who

was both would attempt to treat with these rascals; who would now;

of course; insist that THEIR WHOLE claim should be bought up at

their own price; by the man who was most concerned in defeating

them。〃



He turned away a little impatiently。  Fortunately he did not observe

that Clarence's averted face was crimson with embarrassment; and

that a faint smile hovered nervously about his mouth。



Since his late rendezvous with Susy; Clarence had had no chance to

interrogate her further regarding her mysterious relative。  That

that shadowy presence was more or less exaggerated; if not an

absolute myth; he more than half suspected; but of the discontent

that had produced it; or the recklessness it might provoke; there

was no doubt。  She might be tempted to some act of folly。  He

wondered if Mary Rogers knew it。  Yet; with his sensitive ideas of

loyalty; he would have shrunk from any confidence with Mary

regarding her friend's secrets; although he fancied that Mary's dark

eyes sometimes dwelt upon him with mournful consciousness and

premonition。  He did not imagine the truth; that this romantic

contemplation was only the result of Mary's conviction that Susy was

utterly unworthy of his love。  It so chanced one morning that the

vacquero who brought the post from Santa Inez arrived earlier than

usual; and so anticipated the two girls; who usually made a youthful

point of meeting him first as he passed the garden wall。  The letter

bag was consequently delivered to Mrs。 Peyton in the presence of the

others; and a look of consternation passed between the young girls。

But Mary quickly seized upon the bag as if with girlish and

mischievous impatience; opened it; and glanced within it。



〃There are only three letters for you;〃 she said; handing them to

Clarence; with a quick look of significance; which he failed to

comprehend; 〃and nothing for me or Susy。〃



〃But;〃 began the innocent Clarence; as his first glance at the

letters showed him that one was directed to Susy; 〃here is〃



A wicked pinch on his arm that was nearest Mary stopped his speech;

and he quickly put the letters in his pocket。



〃Didn't you understand that Susy don't want her mother to see that

letter?〃 asked Mary impatiently; when they were alone a moment

later。



〃No;〃 said Clarence simply; handing her the missive。



Mary took it and turned it over in her hands。



〃It's in a man's handwriting;〃 she said innocently。



〃I hadn't noticed it;〃 returned Clarence with invincible naivete;

〃but perhaps it is。〃



〃And you hand it over for me to give to Susy; and ain't a bit

curious to know who it's from?〃



〃No;〃 returned Clarence; opening his big eyes in smiling and

apologetic wonder。



〃Well;〃 responded the young lady; with a long breath of melancholy

astonishment; 〃certainly; of all things you areyou really ARE!〃

With which incoherencyapparently perfectly intelligible to

herselfshe left him。  She had not herself the slightest idea who

the letter was from; she only knew that Susy wanted it concealed。



The incident made little impression on Clarence; except as part of

the general uneasiness he felt in regard to his old playmate。  It

seemed so odd to him that this worry should come from HER;that she

herself should form the one discordant note in the Arcadian dream

that he had found so sweet; in his previous imaginings it was the

presence of Mrs。 Peyton which he had dreaded; she whose propinquity

now seemed so full of gentleness; reassurance; and repose。  How

worthy she seemed of any sacrifice he could make for her!  He had

seen little of her for the last two or three days; although her

smile and greeting were always ready for him。  Poor Clarence did not

dream that she had found from certain incontestable signs and

tokens; both in the young ladies and himself; that he did not

require watching; and that becoming more resigned to Susy's

indifference; which seemed so general and passive in quality; she

was no longer tortured by the sting of jealousy。



Finding himself alone that afternoon; the young man had wandered

somewhat listlessly beyond the low adobe gateway。  The habits of the

siesta obtained in a modified form at the rancho。  After luncheon;

its masters and employees usually retired; not so much from the

torrid heat of the afternoon sun; but from the first harrying of the

afternoon trades; whose monotonous whistle swept round the walls。  A

straggling passion vine near the gate beat and struggled against the

wind。  Clarence had stopped near it; and was gazing with worried

abstraction across the tossing fields; when a soft voice called his

name。



It was a pleasant voice;Mrs。 Peyton's。  He glanced back at the

gateway; it was empty。  He looked quickly to the right and left; no

one was there。



The voice spoke again with the musical addition of a laugh; it

seemed to come from the passion vine。  Ah; yes; behind it; and half

overgrown by its branches; was a long; narrow embrasured opening in

the wall; defended by the usual Spanish grating; and still further

back; as in the frame of a picture; the half length figure of Mrs。

Peyton; very handsome and striking; too; with a painted

picturesqueness from the effect of the checkered light and shade。



〃You looked so tired and bored out there;〃 she said。  〃I am afraid

you are finding it very dull at the rancho。  The prospect is

certainly not very enlivening from where you stand。〃



Clarence protested with a visible pleasure in his eyes; as he held

back a spray before the opening。



〃If you are not afraid of being worse bored; come in here and talk

with me。  You have never seen this part of the house; I think;my

own sitting…room。  You reach it from the hall in the gallery。  But

Lola or Anita will show you the way。〃



He reentered the gateway; and quickly found the hall;a narrow;

arched passage; whose black; tunnel…like shadows were absolutely

unaffected by the vivid; colorless glare of the courtyard without;

seen through an opening at the end。  The contrast was sharp;

blinding; and distinct; even the edges of the opening were black;

the outer light halted on the threshold and never penetrated within。

The warm odor of verbena and dried rose leaves stole from a half…

open door somewhere in the cloistered gloom。  Guided by it; Clarence

presently found himself on the threshold of a low…vaulted room。  Two

other narrow embrasured windows like the one he had just seen; and a

fourth; wider latticed casement; hung with gauze curtains; suffused

the apartment with a clear; yet mysterious twilight that seemed its

own。  The gloomy walls were warmed by bright…fringed bookshelves;

topped with trifles of light feminine coloring and adornment。  Low

easy…chairs and a lounge; small fanciful tables; a dainty desk;

gayly colored baskets of worsteds or mysterious kaleidoscopic

fragments; and vases of flowers pervaded the apartment with a

mingled sense of grace and comfort。  There was a womanly refinement

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