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"Whatever I discover will not be made public, Miss Corblay. Thank you." He lifted his hat and walked out, while Donna, selecting one of the late magazines from the news-stand, sat down and read for the rest of the afternoon. Eight days passed before the detective appeared again at the counter.
Without the adobe walls, the zephyr lashed the sage and whirled the sand with fiendish disregard of human happiness, but within the Hat Ranch enclosure Donna Corblay knew that she had found a paradise, and she was content. Donna's mail-order library proved a great source of comfort to Bob during the lonely days at the Hat Ranch.
She had already ordered Soft Wind to light a fire in the range and heat some water, and when presently the gambler came out to the kitchen he nodded his appreciation of her forethought ere he disappeared again with the hot water and a basin. In about an hour Doctor Taylor emerged, grip in hand. "I've done all I can for him, Miss Corblay" he told her.
When two weeks had passed, the nurse so thoughtfully provided by the gambler that Donna Corblay might not be obligated even to the slight extent of companionship and comfort during that trying period to the women of San Pasqual, returned to Bakersfield. In the interim Donna had been offered, and had accepted, the position at the railroad hotel and eating-house so long held by her mother.
It has already been stated that Donna Corblay was an institution. That is quite true. She was the mistress of the Hat Ranch. This last statement requires elucidation. Just what is a hat ranch? you ask. It is a hat ranch. There is only one Hat Ranch on earth and it may be found a half mile south of San Pasqual, a hundred yards back from the tracks.
In the end she lost her composure entirely, for while Donna's remarks had seemed designed for the "folks" whom Miss Pickett seemed to fear might "talk," the latter knew that in reality they were directed at her. To be forced to listen to an almost motherly castigation from Donna Corblay was too great a tax upon Miss Pickett's limited powers of endurance.
Pennycook that the record of the issuance of a license to his friend Bob McGraw and Donna Corblay could be found in the back of the book, where it would not be discovered by the newspaper reporters who came each day to make notations of the licenses issued.
Corblay had left her daughter two hundred and twenty-eight dollars and ninety-five cents. This decided Mrs. Pennycook. "It'll be kinder nice like, don't you think, Donna?" she queried. Donna nodded dubiously. "An' what was your poor dear mamma's church?" continued Mrs. Pennycook. "She didn't have any" Donna answered, truthfully enough. Again Mrs. Pennycook sniffed. "Well, then, I suppose Mr.
From the main-line tracks a branch railroad now extends north across the desert, through the eastern part of Kern county and up the Owens river valley into Inyo, although at the time Donna Corblay enters into this story the railroad had not been built and a stage line bore the brunt of the desert travel as far north as Keeler constituting the main outlet from that vast but little known section of California that lies east of the Sierra Nevada range.
The unknown writer of this anonymous note desired to advise Borax O'Rourke that Donna Corblay had no title to the lands on which the Hat Ranch stood; that the desert was still part of the public domain and subject to entry; that he, Borax O'Rourke, might file on forty acres surrounding the Hat Ranch, and by demonstrating that he had an artesian well on the forty, which would irrigate one-eighth of his entry, he could obtain title to the land.
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