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Then his eyes came round to the face of the rancher. There was something deadly in the steadiness of their regard. "This widow," he said. "Her name is Van Blooren. What is her first name, and the first name of her husband?" Before Dug could reply Peters pointed at the deeds of sale. "Guess her full name's writ ther'," he said. "Elvine van Blooren. Sort of queer name, ain't it?
But the ball came, and they were both released from their duties, and everybody was left free to dance as only the western people love to dance. It was then that her bitter cup was filled to overflowing. Jeff danced six times with Mrs. Van Blooren.
The only shadow which fell across his enjoyment had occurred when he beheld Jeff leading the cavalcade at the side of Mrs. Van Blooren. But in Nan's case it seemed to give not the smallest qualm. Her one single purpose seemed to be to obtain a maximum of enjoyment at the side of young Bill Dugdale, a college-bred youth of more than ordinary repute as a prosperous cattleman.
Then Nan went on with a persistence which was quite lost upon the thought-reader. "Who is she? Mrs. Van Blooren?" she demanded. "Why, you met her, sure?" Then the man added with some significance: "She's riding with Jeff Masters." "Oh, yes. I've met her. I met her last night, and I've seen her many times before."
It seemed like the hand of Destiny that Elvine van Blooren should wander across the path of Jeffrey Masters at a moment when all the fruits of his ambition seemed to be falling into his outspread-hands.
Branding calves of silver with flaming irons and turning 'em out to feed on a pasture of purple grass with emeralds and sapphires for blossoms all growing around. And then " "Think again. Say, your taste's just cheap. But we're talking of Mrs. Van Blooren." "I'm sorry. Why, I guess she's daughter to the Carruthers's. John D. Carruthers. He was principal at St. Bude's College. Pensioned.
He accepted the tide of life as he found it, and only on his journey, swimming down its many currents, he endeavored by skilful pilotship to avoid the shoals, and seek the beneficent backwaters so that his muscles and courage might be strengthened for the completion of the task he had still before him. Elvine van Blooren had held the right torch at their first meeting during the Cattle Week.
Her deliberateness nearly drove the ranchman to distraction. "The friends of Mrs. John D. Carruthers will be interested to learn that the marriage of her daughter, Mrs. Elvine van Blooren, widow of the late Robert van Blooren, to Jeffrey Masters, of the celebrated 'Obar' Ranch, and this year's President of the Western Union Cattle Breeders' Association, is to be solemnized at the Church of St.
His practical mind could not see under her purpose. "Say, Nan, just don't you do it," he said persuasively. "We aren't. We're backing Jack Rabbit for a big roll." "We?" "Mrs. Van Blooren and me." Jeff's manner was quite unconcerned. At that instant he had no thought of anything but to dissuade Nan from throwing her money away uselessly. And Nan.
They went by the name of Whitstone, but their real name, by them papers, was Van Blooren " "What name?" Jeff's voice broke sharply in upon the little man. "Van Blooren." "Go on." Jeff's eyes were gazing out through the lacing of creeper. He was no longer regarding the man's unemotional gray features. "Wal, the place wa'an't worth the five thousand, 'cep' fer one clause in them papers.
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