Author of "Red Pepper Burns," "The Indifference of Juliet," "With Julietin England," "Strawberry Acres," Etc.
CHAPTER I. Wholly Given Over to Sentiment
CHAPTER II. The Way to Attain an End
CHAPTER III. Burns Does His Duty
CHAPTER IV. A Red Head
CHAPTER V. More Than One Opinion
CHAPTER VI. Broken Steel Wires
CHAPTER VII. Points of View
CHAPTER VIII. Under the Apple Tree
CHAPTER IX. A Practical Artist
CHAPTER X. A Runaway Road
CHAPTER XI. After Dinner
CHAPTER XII. A Challenge
CHAPTER XIII. A Crisis
CHAPTER XIV. Before the Lens
CHAPTER XV. Flashlights
CHAPTER XVI. In February
CHAPTER XVII. From the Beginning
CHAPTER XVIII. The Country Surgeon
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The Green Imp, long, low and powerful, carrying besides its twopassengers a motor trunk, a number of bulky parcels, and a full shareof mud, drew to one side of the road. The fifth April shower of theafternoon was on, although it was barely three o'clock.
Redfield Pepper Burns, physician and surgeon, descended from the car, abrawny figure in an enveloping gray motoring coat. He wore no hat uponhis heavy crop of coppery red hair—somewhere under the seat his cap wasabandoned, as usual. His face was brown with tan—a strong, fine face,with dark-lashed hazel eyes alight under thick, dark eyebrows. From headto foot he was a rather striking personality.
"This time," said he, firmly, "I'm going to leave the top up. It'sputting temptation in the way of something very weak to keep lowering thetop. We'll leave it up. There'll be one advantage." He looked round thecorner of the top into the face of his companion, as his hands adjustedthe straps.
"When we get to the fifty-miles-from-the-office stone, which we're goingto do in about five minutes, I can take leave of my bride without havingto observe the landscape except from the front."
"So you're going to take leave of her," observed his passenger. She didnot seem at all disturbed. As the car moved on she drew back her veilfrom its position over her face, leaving her head covered only by aclose-fitting motoring bonnet of dark green, from within which her face,vivid with the colouring born of many days driving with and withoutveils, met without flinching the spatter of rain the fitful April windsent drifting in under the edge of the top. Her black eyelashes caughtthe drops and held them.
"Yes, I'm going to say good-bye to her at that stone," repeated Burns."She's been the joy of my life for two weeks, and I'll never forget her.But she c