CHAPTER XXX.
SHADOWING HER.
It had been some months since Cherokee and
Marrion had met. But he still loved and was guarding
her reputation. The little bit of treachery,
villainy, or whatever Frost might have meant, he
proposed to see through.
It was an awful day, that Friday, rain had been falling since early morning. But nestling his beard-*less chin into the broad collar of his storm coat, he walked the opposite side of the street from the studio of Willard Frost.
In breathless amazement, he saw a woman pass by the very window. She walked back and forth a time or two, and then she and Frost stood together. The gown was violet, with gold trimmings; he had seen Cherokee wear a dress like that; but he felt there must be some mistake, or everyone is of dual existence. By this one woman he measured the goodness of the world; if there was no truth in her, then it followed with him that there was no truth in the world.
