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Updated: May 31, 2025
He was just roping his enormous bed, preparatory to depositing it in the bunk-house, when Kitty Bonnair stepped out of the house and came toward him, walking like a boy in her dainty riding suit.
The tense lines about his lips relaxed as he read, he smiled whimsically as he heard of the queer doings of his old-time friends; how these two had run away and got married in order to escape a church wedding, how Tupper Browne had painted a likeness of Mather in Hades after the "Dante" of Doré and had been detected in the act; and then this little note, cued in casually near the end: Kitty Bonnair has given up art for the present on account of her eyes, and has gone in for physical culture and riding lessons in the park.
And there at last the eyes of Rufus Hardy and Kitty Bonnair met, questioning each other, and the world below them took on a soft, dreamy veil of beauty. "Why, how did you come here?" he asked, looking down upon her wonderingly. "Were you lost?" And Kitty smiled wistfully as she answered: "Yes till I found you." "Oh!" said Hardy, and he studied her face warily, as if doubtful of her intent.
But here git busy, now here's a letter you overlooked." He pawed over the pile purposefully and thrust a pale blue envelope before Hardy a letter from Kitty Bonnair. And his eyes took on a cold, fighting glint as he observed the fatal handwriting. "By God," he cried, "I hain't figured out yet what struck me!
Taken by surprise Kitty Bonnair stood staring blankly after him, rubbing her cheek which burned hot where he had kissed her. She would always remember that kiss too, and all too late she remembered to become indignant. But, no one being about, she laughed low to herself and hurried back to the house, her eyes downcast and pensive.
Battle as he would he could not endure to hear it, even from Jeff. "What do you want to tell Miss Bonnair?" he inquired, schooling his voice to a cold quietness. "Tell her?" echoed Creede ecstatically. "W'y, tell her I'm lonely as hell now she's gone tell her well, there's where I bog down, but I'd trade my best horse for another kiss like that one she give me, and throw in the saddle for pelon.
There was a long wait then, while Diana completed her preparations for the hunt; but when Kitty Bonnair, fully apparelled, finally stepped through the door Creede reeled in the saddle, and even Rufus Hardy gasped. There was nothing immodest about her garb in fact, it was very correct and proper but not since the Winship girls rode forth in overalls had Hidden Water seen its like.
I always did intend to clean out that snake hole over'n the cliff, and the boys was stoppin' every time they heard one sing, anyhow, in order to git the rattles for Miss Bonnair, so I thought we might as well git it off our minds before somethin' worse turned up. See any sheep tracks?" He kicked off his boots, poked his six-shooter under his pillow, and settled down comfortably for the night.
Add to this a hunger which had endured since early morning and a series of rapid-fire questions, and you have the true recipe for bad bread, at least. Kitty Bonnair had taken a course in sanitation and domestic science in her college days, since which time the world had been full of microbes and every unpleasant bacillus, of which she discoursed at some length.
When she has set her heart on anything she will have it, and from the very moment she read your first letter she was determined to come down here. Of course father thinks he came down to look into this matter of the sheep, and I think that I came down to look after him, but in reality I have no doubt we are both here because Kitty Bonnair so wills it."
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