I've been--starved!"
She had hungered and thirsted for him. Her hand shook a little as she
poured him a cup of coffee.
"I told you not to come, O-liver."
He laid the telegram before her. Fluffy Hair was dead!
The yellow sheet lay between, defying them to speak so soon of
happiness.
"To-morrow," O-liver said, "I go to Washington. When will you come to
me, Jane?"
Her hand went out to him. Her breath was quick. "In time to hear your
first speech, O-liver. I'll sit in the gallery, and lean over and listen
and say to myself, 'He's mine, he's mine!'"
She heard many speeches in the months that followed, and sometimes Tommy
or Atwood or Henry, traveling across the continent, came and sat beside
her. And Atwood always clung to his prophecy: "He'll be governor next;
and then it'll be the White House. Why not?"
And Jane, dreaming, asked herself "Why?"
The East had had its share. Had the time not come for a nation to seek
its leader in the golden West?
LADY CRUSOE
Billy and I came down from the North and opened a grocery store at
Jefferson Corners.
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