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Why don't you bring her up here and leave her with Papa and me while you look over the Mexican proposition?" "That's all of that," said Martin, folding the letter. He eyed Alix keenly. "Well, what do you think?" he asked, triumphantly. "I think that's a mean, wicked thing to say!" she said, indignantly.
My father and Alix had already played some pieces, when papa stopped and asked her to accompany him in a new bolero which was then the vogue in New Orleans. In those days, at all the balls and parties, the boleros, fandangos, and other Spanish dances had their place with the French contra-dances and waltzes. Suzanne had made her entrance into society three years before, and danced ravishingly.
The clerk pushed a key across the counter; Martin guided her to a rattling elevator. She had a fleeting thought of home; of Dad reading before the fire, of the little brown room upstairs, with Alix, slender in her thin nightgown, yawning over her prayers. A rush of reluctance of strangeness of something like terror smote her.
No visible sign of the cleft in the surface of the rock remained. Six huge boulders, arranged in a row, rose above a carefully made bed of stones held in place by a low, soundly mortared wall. Chiselled on one of the end boulders was the name of Alix Windom Crown, with the date of her birth and her death, with the line: "Rock of Ages Cleft for Me."
Preparations had been made at the Maison Alix for the reception of M. Glaire, and his supposed occupation had been announced. The alcove, for instance, was all that was least gay and most far from simple. The citoyenne would have all that changed.
"He's a slick one. I I'd hate to see Alix fall for him." The sententious Mr. Hatch: "The smartest women in the world lose their heads over a feller as soon as they find out he's in poor health." "He's in perfect health," exploded Charlie. "I know, but that don't prevent him from coughing and holding his side and walking with a cane, does it? That's what gets 'em, Charlie.
"Though very probably," mused Alix, "it brought back Dad's death, and saddened her in that way, and more than that, I know she is worried all the time about feeling as she does toward Martin, and perhaps he'll feel that she ought to put this into some horrible mining scheme! Cherry is not mercenary, I'll say that for her." "What will you do with all yours?" Peter asked.
All night long she slept deeply and sweetly, as she had slept through all the nights of childhood; it was ten o'clock when Alix came smiling in with a breakfast tray. Presently she carried it away, and Cherry, with a deep sigh from the fullness of her content, turned on her side and drowsed again.
Alix said, after a silence during which she had locked her arms behind her head, stared straight above her at the path the moon was making through faint stars, and yawned. "I've got to go in to a meeting of the hospital board." "I didn't know you were on it," Cherry said. "Peter's mother was, and hence I am," Alix said, virtuously. Cherry felt an old little prick of jealousy.
Dad had about three hundred. They had to have a laboratory and some expensive retorts and things, it seems. Dad did all the work, and put in his three hundred, and Uncle Vincent put in three thousand and the funny thing is," Alix broke off to say, musingly, "Uncle Vincent was perfectly splendid about it; I myself remember him saying, 'Don't worry, Lee.
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