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Updated: June 17, 2025
Blynn's tones had that accent of deep sympathy which get a man or woman without further evidence credit for being "kind-hearted whatever else he is." "Yes, he's very ill with typhoid," said the girl. "I must do something right away to help him." "That's fine fine," said Mr. Blynn in the same effective tone. "I see you're as sweet as you are pretty. Yes that's fine fine!"
She never allowed herself to enter a house by the back or side door, so now she went to the front, where, disappointed at not seeing any of the family although she had made good use of her eyes, she was obliged to ask a servant to conduct her to Mrs. Blynn.
Blynn " she began in a loud, threatening, elocutionary voice. "'Lo, Mame," said Blynn, still busy. "No time to see you. Nothing doing. So long." "But, Mr. Blynn " "Bite it off, Mame," ordered the boy. "Walk in, miss." Susan, deeply colored from sympathy with the humiliated actress and from nervousness in those forbidding and ominous surroundings, entered the private office.
Her brain was wildly busy with some ideas started there by his significant words, by his flirtatious glances at her, by his way of touching her whenever he could make opportunity. Evidently there was an alternative to Blynn. "You like a good time, don't you?" said he. "Rather!" exclaimed she, the violet eyes suddenly very violet indeed and sparkling. Her spirits had suddenly soared.
She felt no anger against him. She felt about him as she had about Jeb Ferguson. It was not his fault; it was simply the way life was lived part of the general misery and horror of the established order like marriage and the rest of it. "I'll treat you white," urged Blynn, tenderly. "I've got a soft heart that's why I'll never get rich. Any of the others'd ask more and give less."
The wholesale slaughter of these ponies was a most cheering indication that our campaign would be ultimately successful, and we all prayed for at least a couple of months more of cold weather and plenty of snow. At the Kiowa village we found the body of a white woman a Mrs. Blynn and also that of her child.
Blynn now knocked at the door on urgent household business. "I shall want to see you again about all this, Olive," said Mrs. Easterfield as they parted. "Of course," replied the girl, "whenever you want to." "Mrs. Blynn," said the lady of the house, "before you mention what you have come to talk about, please tell one of the men to put a horse to a buggy and come to the house.
The wholesale slaughter of these ponies was a most cheering indication that our campaign would be ultimately successful, and we all prayed for at least a couple of months more of cold weather and plenty of snow. At the Kiowa village we found the body of a white woman a Mrs. Blynn and also that of her child.
Rather slowly it was penetrating to Susan what Mr. Blynn had in mind. "I'd I'd rather take a regular salary," said she. "I must have ten a week for him. I can live any old way." "Oh, come off!" cried Mr. Blynn with a wink. "What's your game? Anyhow, don't play it on me. You understand that you can't get something for nothing. It's all very well to love your friend and be true to him.
She would try every way she could think of between now and to-morrow; then if she failed she would go to Blynn. The young man was saying: "You're a stranger in town?" "I was with a theatrical company on a show boat. It sank." His embarrassment vanished. She saw, but she did not understand that it was because he thought he had "placed" her and that her place was where he had hoped.
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