The Desert and the Sown

The Desert and the Sown

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The Desert and The Sown

MARY HALLOCK FOOTE

CONTENTS
I. A COUNCIL OF THE ELDERS
II. INTRODUCING A SON-IN-LAW
III. THE INITIAL LOVE
IV. "A MAN THAT HAD A WELL IN HIS OWN COURT"
V. DISINHERITED
VI. AN APPEAL TO NATURE
VII. MARKING TIME
VIII. A HUNTER'S DIARY
IX. THE POWER OF WEAKNESS
X. THE WHITE PERIL
XI. A SEARCHING OF HEARTS
XII. THE BLOOD-WITE
XIII. CURTAIN
XIV. KIND INQUIRIES
XV. A BRIDEGROOM OF SNOW
XVI. THE NATURE OF AN OATH
XVII. THE HIDDEN TRAIL
XVIII.THE STAR IN THE EAST
XIX. PILGRIMS AND STRANGERS
XX. A STATION IN THE DESERT
XXI. INJURIOUS REPORTS CONCERNING AN OLD HOUSE
XXII. THE CASE STRIKES IN
XXIII.RESTIVENESS

XXIV. INDIAN SUMMER
XXV. THE FELL FROST
XXVI. PEACE TO THIS HOUSE

I
A COUNCIL OF THE ELDERS
It was an evening of sudden mildness following a dry October gale.
The colonel had miscalculated the temperature by one log--only one, he
declared, but that had proved a pitchy one, and the chimney bellowed
with flame. From end to end the room was alight with it, as if the
stored-up energies of a whole pine-tree had been sacrificed in the
consumption of that four-foot stick.
The young persons of the house had escaped, laughing, into the fresh
night air, but the colonel was hemmed in on every side; deserted by his
daughter, mocked by the work of his own hands, and torn between the
duties of a host and the host's helpless craving for his after-dinner cigar.
Across the hearth, filling with her silks all the visible room in his own
favorite settle corner, sat the one woman on earth it most behooved him
to be civil to,--the future mother-in-law of his only child. That Moya
was a willing, nay, a reckless hostage, did not lessen her father's awe of
the situation.
Mrs. Bogardus, according to her wont at this hour, was composedly
doing nothing. The colonel could not make his retreat under cover of
her real or feigned absorption in any of the small scattering pursuits
which distract the female mind. When she read she read--she never
"looked at books." When she sewed she sewed--presumably, but no one
ever saw her do it. Her mind was economic and practical, and she saved
it whole, like many men of force, for whatever she deemed her best
paying sphere of action.
It was a silence that crackled with heat! The colonel, wrathfully
perspiring in the glow of that impenitent stick, frowned at it like an
inquisitor. Presently Mrs. Bogardus looked up, and her expression
softened as she saw the energetic despair upon his face.
"Colonel, don't you always smoke after dinner?"
"That is my bad habit, madam. I belong to the generation that
smokes--after dinner and most other times--more than is good for us."
Colonel Middleton belonged also to the generation that can carry a

sentence through to the finish in handsome style, and he did it with a
suave Virginian accent as easy as his seat in the saddle. Mrs. Bogardus
always gave him her respectful attention during his best performances,
though she was a woman of short sentences herself.
"Don't you smoke in this room sometimes?" she asked, with a barely
perceptible sniff the merest contraction of her housewifely nostrils.
"Ah--h! Those rascally curtains and cushions! You ladies--women, I
should say--Moya won't let me say ladies--you bolster us up with
comforts on purpose to