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On the horizon to their right, away beyond the spears of yellow maize, the sun was sinking, a ball of orange fire against the rose mist of the sky. When the girl turned towards him, perhaps to avoid the level rays, Bancroft expressed the hope that she would go with him to the house-warming. A little stiffly Miss Conklin replied that she'd be pleased, but
"Doctor," I said, making a desperate attempt to get as near the Good Samaritan as these untoward developments rendered possible, "Doctor, what's your fee?" "The expression on your face is the best fee I've had for a long time," said the doctor; "I'm sorry I didn't bring my kodak." "Doctor Conklin," I resumed, "I'll tell you one thing.
"No," replied Morris, "but I'm hyar fer him, I guess an' about two hundred more ef I'm not enough," he added drily, waving his hand towards the woods. With a half-turn in his saddle and a glance at the line of trees on his flank, General Custer took in the situation. Clearly there was nothing to do but to retreat, with some show of dignity. "Where shall I find Mr. Conklin? I wish to speak to him."
Bancroft saw the trap, but could not restrain himself. With a contemptuous smile he said: "I'm sure no advice of mine is needed; Miss Conklin has already made up her mind to gratify you. She likes to show the country to strangers," he added bitterly. The girl flushed at the sarcasm, but her spirit was not subdued. "Wall, Mr.
She married Mortimer Conklin, took him to the Centennial on a wedding trip, came home, rebuilt her father's house, covering it with towers and minarets and steeples, and scroll-saw fretwork, and christened it Winthrop Hall.
"Why did you ask Jessie Stevens to go with you to the house-warmin'?" was the girl's retort. "I certainly didn't ask her," he replied hotly. "You must know I didn't." "Then Seth lied!" exclaimed Miss Conklin. "But I guess he'll not try that again with me Seth Stevens I mean.
He's dead. Shot in th' side." "Yeh don't say so. Jim Conklin. . . . poor cuss!" All about them were other small fires surrounded by men with their little black utensils. From one of these near came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge, bearded man, causing him to spill coffee upon his blue knees.
Of course, afterward I got kind of used to it. A man does. Lots of men, though, seem to feel all right from the start. I did, as soon as I 'got on to it, as they say now; but at first I was pretty well flustered. Now, there was young Jim Conklin, old Si Conklin's son that used to keep the tannery you none of you recollect him well, he went into it from the start just as if he was born to it.
A hurrying throng scuffles by in the gloom. The tolling grows fainter, the throng thinner. "Good land! Is she going to be all night? Wish 't I hadn't proposed it. That's the worst of taking a woman anyplace. Fuss and fiddle by the hour in front of the looking-glass. Em! Well, I didn't hear you. How much long Oh, I know about 'Hour' you mean.... Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Conklin? Hello, Fred.
"That ain't a case for a doctor look here; you're in a blue faint. What is the matter?" "I don't know; I'm thinking of that quarter of an inch which would have meant the difference to poor Conklin." "'Poor' Conklin? Why, you fish, he was sneakin' in here to try his hand on you. He found out he couldn't get his gang into town, so he slipped in by himself.
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