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She grasped Essie Tisdale's wrist in a grip which left its imprint for hours after. "How dare you!" Essie Tisdale raised her chin higher. "How dare I?" She smiled in the infuriated woman's face. "It takes no courage for me to oppose you now. When I was a biscuit-shooter here, as you lost no opportunity to remind me, you loomed large! That time has gone by.
Now you can see my fields out of the window." "You sit here," said the biscuit-shooter to Lin; and thus she was between them. "Them's elegant!" she presently exclaimed to Tommy. "Did you cook 'em?" I explained that the apricots were of my preparation. "Indeed!" said she, and returned to Tommy, who had been telling her of his ranch, his potatoes, his horses.
It was not enough that she should crush her, she wanted somehow to wring from her a cry of pain. "You made a fool of yourself over him, Ess! The whole town laughed at you. You should have known that a man like Van Lennop, of his position, doesn't take a biscuit-shooter seriously. Green as you are you should have known that.
"Not now; I'm a biscuit-shooter; I work and 'Society must draw the line somewhere." "Who said that?" Amazement was in Van Lennop's tone. "Mr. Symes said it to Mrs. Symes, Mrs. Symes said it to Mrs. Jackson, Mrs. Jackson said it to Mrs. Tutts, Mrs. Tutts said it to me." "Of whom?" "Of me." "But what society?" Van Lennop's face still wore a puzzled look. "Crowheart society."
She looked farther removed from her occupation than any woman in the room and to Dr. Harpe, following her with her eyes, the connection seemed incongruous. "Moses!" she whispered to herself, "but that little biscuit-shooter would be a winner if she had clothes." Other eyes than Dr. Harpe's were following Essie Tisdale and with an intentness which finally attracted her attention.
"'Fired' is the word when a biscuit-shooter is dismissed," she returned coldly. "I hear you get lef' by that loafer, too. I tole you, mam'selle, that fellow Van Lennop no good. I know that kind, I see that kind before, Mees Teesdale. Lak every pretty girl an' have good time, then 'pouf! zat is all!" She turned upon him hotly, her face a mixture of humiliation and angry resentment.
The Strasburg goose is not dieted with greater velocity, and "biscuit-shooter" is a grand word. Very likely some Homer of the railroad yards first said it for what men upon the present earth so speak with imagination's tongue as we Americans? If Miss Peck had been a biscuit-shooter, I could account readily for her conversation, her equipped deportment, the maturity in her round, blue, marble eye.
Bertha's new gown of pale blue made her look very young and very sweet, and the eager guests were sadly disappointed in her that is to say, the ladies were; the men seemed quite content with her as she was. They took the "biscuit-shooter" description to be a piece of fooling on Mrs.
Of course we recovered from our unexpected shame, and the tale of the table and the dancing plates was not told as a sad one. But it is a sad one when you think of it. I was not there to see Lin get his bride. I learned from the Virginian how the victorious puncher had ridden away across the sunny sagebrush, bearing the biscuit-shooter with him to the nearest justice of the peace.
The biscuit-shooter might pass for twenty-seven, certainly. Something had agreed with her whether the medicine, or the mountain air, or so much masculine company; whatever had done it, she had bloomed into brutal comeliness. Her hair looked curlier, her figure was shapelier, her teeth shone whiter, and her cheeks were a lusty, overbearing red.
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