Question

hearts and hands story in hindi

Answer 1

O Henry
At Denver there was an influx of passengers into the coaches on the eastbound B. & M.
express. In one coach there sat a very pretty young woman dressed in elegant taste and
surrounded by all the luxurious comforts of an experienced traveler. Among the
newcomers were two young men, one of handsome presence with a bold, frank
countenance and manner; the other a ruffled, glum-faced person, heavily built and
roughly dressed. The two were handcuffed together.
As they passed down the aisle of the coach the only vacant seat offered was a reversed
one facing the attractive young woman. Here the linked couple seated themselves. The
young woman's glance fell upon them with a distant, swift disinterest; then with a lovely
smile brightening her countenance and a tender pink tingeing her rounded cheeks, she
held out a little gray-gloved hand. When she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate,
proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to speak and be heard.
"Well, Mr. Easton, if you will make me speak first, I suppose I must. Don't vou ever
recognize old friends when you meet them in the West?"
The younger man roused himself sharply at the sound of her voice, seemed to struggle
with a slight embarrassment which he threw off instantly, and then clasped her fingers
with his left hand.
"It's Miss Fairchild," he said, with a smile. "I'll ask you to excuse the other hand; "it's
otherwise engaged just at present."
He slightly raised his right hand, bound at the wrist by the shining "bracelet" to the left
one of his companion. The glad look in the girl's eyes slowly changed to a bewildered
horror. The glow faded from her cheeks. Her lips parted in a vague, relaxing distress.
Easton, with a little laugh, as if amused, was about to speak again when the other
forestalled him. The glum-faced man had been watching the girl's countenance with
veiled glances from his keen, shrewd eyes.
"You'll excuse me for speaking, miss, but, I see you're acquainted with the marshall
here. If you'll ask him to speak a word for me when we get to the pen he'll do it, and it'll
make things easier for me there. He's taking me to Leavenworth prison. It's seven years
for counterfeiting."
"Oh!" said the girl, with a deep breath and returning color. "So that is what you are
doing out here? A marshal!"
"My dear Miss Fairchild," said Easton, calmly, "I had to do something. Money has a
way of taking wings unto itself, and you know it takes money to keep step with our
crowd in Washington. I saw this opening in the West, and--well, a marshalship isn't
quite as high a position as that of ambassador, but--"
"The ambassador," said the girl, warmly, "doesn't call any more. He needn't ever have
done so. You ought to know that. And so now you are one of these dashing Western
heroes, and you ride and shoot and go into all kinds of dangers. That's different from the
Washington life. You have been missed from the old crowd."