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But what seemed wonderful to her, the stableman did not know anything about. "I suppose the pretty mare is worth a lot of money?" "Hi don't know wot Mr. Bolter would sell 'er for, if at all. But 'e paid four thousand pun, laid down at the stables where she was kep' after the smash of the Bellethorne family.
Candace been at home, even in this earnest need for a surgeon he would never have allowed the beautiful and valuable mare to have been used in this way. But there was no other horse on the place that could be trusted to travel at any gait. Ida Bellethorne certainly was traveling!
There are people like that people who think that a found article is their own unless absolutely claimed by the victim of the loss. A rather prejudiced brand of honesty to say the least." The two Shadyside girls made much of Ida Bellethorne on this evening after they had fore-gathered in the bedroom. Just think! her Aunt Ida might take her to South America.
She had come to Bellethorne Park the very week the black mare was foaled. When they all went out to see the little, awkward, kicking colt in the big box stall, separated from its whinnying mother by a strong barred fence, the owner of the stables had laughingly named the filly after his sister. "But," Ida told them, "father told Aunt Ida that the filly was to be my property.
But this last she did not say audibly. The cockney rubber was fondling the mare's muzzle and he did not hear Betty's comment. The discovery of this second Ida Bellethorne excited Betty enormously. Betty Gordon's active mind could not let this incident pass without further investigation.
Staples' stock ejaculation and expressed a variety of emotions. Just now it expressed doubt. "And then you'd come back and tell me how thankful she was to get it, while maybe it doesn't belong to her at all. No," said Mrs. Staples, "let her come looking for it if she lost it." "Oh!" murmured Ida Bellethorne doubtfully. "Perhaps she will never guess she dropped it here."
She had been motherless since her third birthday. Her only living relative was her father's sister, likewise Ida Bellethorne, who had been estranged from her brother for several years and had made her own way on the continent and later in America on the concert stage. Ida, the present Ida, remembered seeing her aunt but once.
The death of her father had signaled the breaking up of her home and the severing of all home ties for Ida. Like many men of his class, Mr. Bellethorne had had no close friends. At least, no honorable friends. The man he had chosen as the administrator of his wrecked estate and the guardian of his unfortunate daughter, Ida felt sure had been dishonorable.
She's got what they call 'distemper. She has to be acclimated, or something." "It sounds as though it might hurt," observed Bobby gravely. "Something ought to hurt you," said Betty laughing. "You are forever and ever poking fun. But I am going to see Ida Bellethorne in the shop and find out what she knows about the pretty mare." "Well, I'm sorry I didn't see the horse," confessed Bobby.
Lewis Bolter's new mare from England. I heard Mr. Littell and Uncle Dick talking about her." "And I met a girl named Ida Bellethorne. I'll tell you all about her later, Bob," said Betty. "Just now I want to know what to do about the locket." "I should say you did! And I'll tell you what," Bob said promptly.
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