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Updated: June 17, 2025
With the slow one-sided smile of irony which her face sometimes wore, she bowed slightly. Then, "You will excuse me?" and passed on. The moon was up when Kate got in from town, for she had not hurried. There was no one there to greet her except the sheep dog that ran out barking. She unsaddled, turned the horse in the corral, and picked up the mail sack heavy with Bowers's missives.
"That feller's liable to pick up somethin' and make off with it," he mused as the stranger obeyed without further urging. "I shore have saw them quare eyes of his somewhur. Maybe it'll come to me if I keep on thinkin'." In the meanwhile the visitor dragged Bowers's saddle blanket into the shade of the wagon and stretched himself upon it. Pulling his hat over his eyes he soon was dozing.
The waning day was cloudy, the crossings deep with slush, the pavements damp, and the chill of her wet soles made her shiver, adding the last touch to her forlornness and the depression which Bowers's desertion had induced.
Those railway people forgot that their party can't run campaigns on wind, and in his own way he jogged their memory. I saw that. As for the stock your skirts are clear. You merely sold in a rising market what I bought in a falling one. If my position gave me a speculative advantage, it's my own business nobody else's not even the Hon. Seneca Bowers's."
If those "High Society" folks that the Denver Post told of, them worse than Sodomites, steeped in sin and extravagance, could know the joys of getting up at half-past three in the morning and going down at ten to eat off a fat mutton Bowers's rhapsody ended abruptly. He drew a hand across his eyes to clear his vision.
"You've seen it before, Tredgold," he said, shortly. "It's a fine old building," said the other. "Binchester ought to be proud of it. Why, here we are at Captain Bowers's!" "The house has been next to the church for a couple o' hundred years," retorted his friend. "Let's go in," said Mr. Tredgold. "Strike while the iron's hot. At any rate," he concluded, as Mr.
Down below, where he was wont to look for the white top of the wagon, there was nothing but scattered wreckage! He heard the sound now that had awakened him the detonation of a charge of dynamite! There was no need to go closer to learn the rest of the story. Bowers's face twisted in a queer grimace. He cried brokenly in a grief that can be understood fully only by the lonely: "Pore little Mary!
Grundy for Mrs. Hilliard's sake, scrupulously meeting and leaving the lady outside the corporation limits, a ruse which deceived nobody save the deceivers. Nor was it effective now. Ruth passed Mrs. Bowers's argus-eyed bay window, as did Shelby, and Mrs. Grundy had her speculative pickings of the event. Ruth spied pursuit where the turnpike elbowed sharply from the outskirts.
Thea used to waken up in the night and wonder why she was so unhappy. She would have been amazed if she had known how much the people whom she met in Bowers's studio had to do with her low spirits. She had never been conscious of those instinctive standards which are called ideals, and she did not know that she was suffering for them.
Having written it all in proper form and affixed his signature, he folded the paper and slipped it under his bed along with some three dozen other such orders that never got any farther. This was Bowers's evening diversion, one in which he experienced all the thrills of purchasing without the pain of paying.
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