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"Where has he been?" asked the girl as the voice of the Texan came from beyond the trees: "It happened in Jacksboro in the spring of seventy-three, A man by the name of Crego come steppin' up to me, Sayin', 'How do you do, young fellow, an' how would you like to go An' spend one summer pleasantly, on the range of the buffalo-o-o?" "I'm sure I don't know.
"They may not; but I suspect they think they can carry any connection they choose to make, and I mostly think they can ten generations of Quaker ancestry " "But the people there don't know their ancestry." "Well, go talk to them. I abdicate. Besides, I like the Haneys." Mrs. Crego now laid her joker on the table. "Here's the point. That girl is taken with Ben it's all her plan." Congdon started.
You artists can do anything, and it's all right. You must come over immediately afterwards and tell me all about it, won't you?" At this Mrs. Congdon laughed, but, being of generous mind, consented. Crego was right. Bertha had not yet begun to take on trouble about her social position. She had carried to her big house in the Springs all the ideas and usages of Sibley Junction that was all.
Crego was delighted. Mrs. Congdon did not spare herself. "Helen, she made me feel like a bill-collector! 'All right, said she, 'I'll be there, and left me standing in the middle of the street. You've got to come now, Helen, to preserve my dignity." "I'm wild to come, really. I want to see what she'll do to us 'professional people. Maybe she will patronize us too."
Haney remarked as they rode away: "If black eyes could freeze, sure we'd be shiverin' this minute. Did ye see Mrs. Crego pucker up when she sighted us?" "I did, and it settled her for me," replied Bertha. The intimacy thus established between the Haneys and the Congdon circle furnished the gossip of the "upper ten" with vital material for discussion. Mrs.
We old fellows who came down along with the pioneers have an immense advantage. I wish you every success." And he meant it. Only when he got home to Mrs. Crego did he come to realize what a horrible injury he had permitted "a young and inexperienced Eastern boy" to do himself. "This connection will ostracize them both," his wife said. He answered a little wearily.
How far he stood removed from Ed Winchell and the young fellows of Sibley! "And yet I can understand him," she thought. "He ain't funny, like Mr. Congdon. He don't say queer things, and he don't make game of people. And he don't orate like Judge Crego. He isn't laughing at us now, the way the others are. I bet they're havin' a good time over our blunders."
She never reached Port William, and no man ever clapped eyes on her after twenty minutes past six, when Dick Crego declares he saw her off the Blowth, half-way towards home, and going steady under all canvas. The affair caused a lot of stir, here and at Port William, and in the newspapers.
Bertha rose, offered her hand, like a boy, in silence; she stood very straight, with very cold and unmistakably suspicious face. And Alice Heath, who entered with Mrs. Crego, shared this chill reception. Bertha, in truth, instantly and cordially hated Mrs. Crego; but she pitied the younger woman, in whom she detected another fugitive fighting a losing battle with disease.
Crego was especially formidable, and made her feel the inadequacy of the black gown which she had thought very fine when she selected it, ready made, in a Denver store. She did not know that Mrs. Crego had dressed "very simply," at the suggestion of her hostess; but she did feel a certain condescension of manner, even in Alice, and was glad the Captain absorbed so much of the table-talk.
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