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Updated: May 14, 2025
The Bonners were rich in worldly possessions, rich in social position, rich in traditions. The daughter, just out in society, was a pretty girl, several years younger than Wicker. She was the idol of his heart. This slip of a girl had been to him the brightest, wittiest and prettiest girl in all the world.
She had a whim that she and Missy, sometimes, should have dresses made exactly alike-for instance, this summer, their best dresses of pink dotted mull. Missy tried to enjoy the whim with Kitty, but she couldn't help feeling sad at seeing how much prettier Kitty could look in the same dress. If only she had gold-threaded curls! During the call the party at the Bonners' was mentioned. Mrs.
Yet memories can linger to disturb, and Missy was accompanied by memories that moonlit Wednesday evening when, in her "best" dress of pale pink organdie, she carried her note-book to the Bonners' to report the lawn-festival. She had hesitated over the pink organdie; not many of the "crowd" were going, and it was to be for her a professional rather than a social occasion.
Suffice to say that the Bonners, mère, fils and fille, exerted themselves to make the month an unforgetable one to the girl and they succeeded. The usual gaiety, the same old whirl of experiences, came to her that come to any other mortal who is being entertained, fêted and admired. She was a success a pleasure in every way not only to her hosts but to herself.
With the coming of the Bonners, Anderson once more revived his resolution to unravel the mystery attending Rosalie's birth. For some months this ambition had lain dormant, but now, with the approach of the man she loved, the old marshal's devotion took fire and he swore daily that the mystery should be cleared "whether it wanted to be or not."
If there was a cloud hanging over her head through all these days and nights, the world was none the wiser; the silver lining was always visible. Once while she was driving with the Bonners she saw a man whom she knew, but did not expect to ever look upon again. She could not be mistaken in him. It was Sam Welch, chief of the kidnapers.
Then he heard about the function at the Bonners', and Missy's debute. "Well," he commented, "I'll bet there'll be a fine little aftermath of measles among the young folks of this town." The doctor's prophecy was to fulfill itself. On her sick-bed Missy heard the reports of this one and that one who, in turn, were "taken down." For the others she was sorry, but when she learned Mr.
But he wasn't as handsome as Raymond, nor as nice even if he did wear a uniform. When they reached the Bonners they saw it all illumined for the party. The Bonners' house was big and square with a porch running round three sides, the most imposing house in Cherryvale. Already strings of lanterns were lighted on the lawn, blue and red and yellow orbs.
Roscoe Crow bounded out to the gate when he saw who was in the carriage, first shouting to his mother and sisters, who were indoors receiving congratulations and condolences from their neighbours. Miss Banks immediately inquired if she could see Rosalie. "She ain't here," said Roscoe. "She's away fer a month over at the Bonners'. He's her feller, you know. Ma! Here's Miss Banks! Edner! Sue!" Mrs.
She was glad, on the rather long walk to the Bonners', that Mr. Briggs was so easy to talk to which meant that Mr. Briggs did most of the talking. Even at that it was hard to concentrate on his conversation sufficiently to make the right answers in the occasional lulls. And things grew harder, much harder, during the first dance.
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