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He had met the commanding officer, Colonel Leighton, a typical, burly Englishman, the owner of an Alberta horse ranch, who, well to do to begin with, had made money during his five years in the country. He had the reputation of being a sporting man, of easy morality, fond of his glass and of good living.
"If only you had told me long ago." Grace continued her narrative, ending with Kathleen's final attempt to be revenged on the Semper Fidelis Club, and the clever way in which she had been brought to book by none other than Alberta Wicks and Mary Hampton. "What a little villain she is, and how splendidly Alberta and Mary turned out," interposed Mabel.
All the gossip of the Convention was in it intensified and exaggerated conjectures set down as known truths the idle chatter of idle women crystallized in print! And of this paper a copy was sent by some unknown person to James Dawson, Auburn, Alberta. The rain was falling at Auburn, Alberta, with the dreary insistence of unwelcome harvest rain.
Phyllis the ringlet with the blue lining, Mysie, the blue one, little Lady Alberta, the orange-tip, and the other child the burnet moth. 'How did Mysie dance? 'Very fairly, if she had not looked so awfully serious. The dancing- mistress, French, of course, had trained them, it was more ballet than quadrille, and they looked uncommonly pretty.
If I had only tried to know you long ago. There is so little of my college life left I can't hope to win your respect and liking." "Don't try," laughed Grace. "You have my respect already, as for my liking, I'd be very glad to say 'Alberta Wicks is my friend." "Can you say that and really mean it?" asked Alberta almost incredulously.
It meant also that they had a real knowledge of the prairies, the woods and even of the mountains. Their knowledge of these men and the land in which they lived was personal and did not come from the fanciful narratives of books of adventure. Each boy was the son of a mechanic, men who had come into the Province of Alberta with the first railroads.
Lablache turned on him without any attempt to conceal the latent ferocity of his nature. The heavy, pouchy jowl was scarlet with his rage. The money-lender had been flicked upon a very raw and tender spot. Money was his god. "What am I to do?" he retorted savagely. "What are we to do? What is all the ranching world of Alberta to do? Why, fight, man. Hound this scoundrel to his lair.
When Kathleen had discovered that Alberta Wicks and Mary Hampton now numbered themselves among Grace's friends, she religiously avoided the two seniors as well as the Semper Fidelis girls.
Courthorne, and now you remind me of another man I once had dealings with," he said. Winston laughed a little. "I scarcely fancy that is very civil, Sergeant." "Well," said the prairie-rider, "there is a difference, when I look at you more closely. Let me see, I met you once or twice back there in Alberta?" He appeared to be reflecting, but Winston was on his guard.
"Had we better go and see Miss Harlowe?" asked Mary Hampton, rather unsteadily. "The question is, do we care to come back here next year?" returned Alberta grimly. "I'd like to come back," said Mary in a low voice. "Wouldn't you?" "I don't know," was the perverse answer. "I don't wish to humble myself to any one. I'm going to take a chance on her keeping quiet about last night.
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