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The country would ring with laughter and coarse jest. Berrie's testimony would be a feast for court-room loafers. "There's only one thing to do," said McFarlane, after a few moments of thought. "You and Berrie and Mrs. McFarlane must get out of here before you are subpoenaed." "And leave you to fight it out alone?" exclaimed his wife. "I shall do nothing of the kind. Berrie and Mr.
He took quarters at the hotel, but spent a larger part of each day in Berrie's company a fact which was duly reported to Clifford Belden. Hardly a day passed without his taking at least one meal at the Supervisor's home. As he met the rangers one by one, he perceived by their outfits, as well as by their speech, that they were sharply divided upon old lines and new.
Then I think of the time when she will not smile when that brute Belden will begin to treat her as he does his sisters then I get murderous." As Wayland listened to this outpouring he wondered at the intensity of the forester's passion. He marveled, too, at Berrie's choice, for there was something fine and high in Landon's worship.
He bought a horse of his own although Berrie insisted upon his retaining Pete and sent for a saddle of the army type, and from sheer desire to keep entirely clear of the cowboy equipment procured puttees like those worn by cavalry officers, and when he presented himself completely uniformed, he looked not unlike a slender, young lieutenant of the cavalry on field duty, and in Berrie's eyes was wondrous alluring.
Van Buggenhoudt made in the archives of Flemish towns, which contain records of the breed going back in pure type over a hundred years. The first Schipperke which appeared at a show in this country was Mr. Berrie's Flo. This was, however, such a mediocre specimen that it did not appeal to the taste of the English dog-loving public. In 1888 Dr. Seelig brought over Skip, Drieske, and Mia.
Something in the music of this speech, and something in the look of the ranger's eyes, caused Wayland to wonder if here were not still another of Berrie's subjects. He became certain of it as the young officer went on, with pleasing frankness, and it was not long before he had conveyed to Wayland his cause for sadness. "She's engaged to a man that is not her equal.
When Wayland caught the startled look on Berrie's face he knew that she had learned from her father the contents of his telegram, and that she would require an explanation. "Are you going away?" she asked. "Yes. At least, I must go down to Denver to see my father. I shall be gone only over night." "And will you tell him about our trip?" she pursued, with unflinching directness. "And about me?"
He talked well, too, inspired by his attentive audience. Berrie's eyes, wide and eager, were fixed upon him unwaveringly. He felt her wonder, her admiration, and was inspired to do his best. Something in her absorbed attention led him to speak of things so personal that he wondered at himself for uttering them. "I've been dilettante all my life," was one of his confessions.
Under Berrie's direction Wayland worked busily putting the camp equipment in proper parcels, taking no special thought of time till the tent was down and folded, the panniers filled and closed, and the fire carefully covered. Then the girl said: "I hope the horses haven't been stampeded. There are bears in this valley, and horses are afraid of bears. Father ought to have been back before this.
We seldom agree." Moore's manner changed abruptly. "Indeed! And what is the son of W. W. Norcross doing out here in the Forest Service?" The change in her father's tone was not lost upon Siona, who ceased her banter and studied the young man with deeper interest, while Mrs. Belden, detecting some restraint in Berrie's tone, renewed her questioning: "Where did you camp last night?" "Right here."
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