Any other would have cut off
your life at the beginning."
"That's my idee," agreed Anderson solemnly.
"I don't want the fortune!" cried Rosalie. "I am happy here! Why can't
they let me alone?"
"I tell you, Miss Gray, unless something happens to prevent it, that
woman will some day give you back your own--your fortune and your name."
"I can't believe it, Mr. Bonner. It is too much like a dream to me."
"Well, doggone it, Rosalie, dreams don't last forever!" broke in
Anderson Crow. "You've got to wake up some time, don't you see?"
CHAPTER XXV
As the Heart Grows Older
Bonner's eagerness to begin probing into the mystery grew as his
strength came back to him. He volunteered to interest his uncle in the
matter, and through him to begin a systematic effort to unravel the
tangled ends of Rosalie's life. Money was not to be spared; time and
intelligence were to be devoted to the cause. He knew that Rosalie was
in reality a creature of good birth and worthy of the name that any man
might seek to bestow upon her--a name given in love by a man to the
woman who would share it with him forever.
The days and nights were teaching him the sacredness of a growing
attachment. He was not closing his eyes to the truth. It was quite as
impossible for big, worldly Wick Bonner to be near her and not fall a
victim, as it was for the crude, humble youth of Tinkletown.
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