CHAPTER IV.
BEWARE OF JEALOUSY.
How glad she was when he opened his eyes again, and faltered:
“I am quite ashamed of myself, fainting away like a weak woman. I will promise not to do so again, doctor.”
Doctor Barnes quickly made him as easy as possible, and left him to the widow’s care, promising to call again that evening to see how he fared, and also to send word to the livery stable about the horse and trap.
Leola felt she had no further excuse for staying, although, somehow, she could not bear to go.
She went into the room to say farewell, and he entreated her to stay, in a weak voice, reinforced by pleading eyes.
She smiled, and shook her head.
“It is better I should go now, for the doctor says you must have absolute rest and quiet to-day, and I am a sad chatterbox, but I will come to-morrow and bring you some flowers,” she promised.
She pressed his hand in mute farewell, and the contact thrilled her with rapturous emotion, for even with his pallor and his bandaged head he appeared to her a king among men—a veritable Prince Charming.