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No grand dame of the ole and splendid South she loves so well shall be so grand as she, shall be so splendid as she when we shall have finished the beautiful house fo' her. "Cyclona," wildly, "how could we expect a little delicate frail Southern woman to come and live in a hole in the ground. How could we? Why shouldn't she hate the wind? Ah! We must still the winds! We must still the winds!
The wind laughed, snatched the tumbleweed and tossed it on. "The wind seems to be tryin' itself," complained Cyclona, getting up once more and walking about with the child in her arms, singing as she walked: "Sleep, baby, sleep, The big stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, The wind is the shepherdess, Sleep, Baby, Sleep." The wind grew furious.
"They must have scahd the res' of the cyclones off, too, becawse with them and the forks of the rivahs, they haven't been seen or heahd of aroun' these pahts since." "Exceptin' the tail end of that one that moved me," Cyclona reminded him. "And what about me?" questioned Charlie. "Oh, yes.
But her chief charm for the young Englishman, surfeited with the affectation of English girls, lay in her natural simplicity. Except for her association with Seth, whose innate culture could not but communicate itself, Cyclona was totally untutored. She knew nothing of coyness, caprice or mannerisms.
Younger sons of impoverished noblemen are sent to far-off places purposely to be forgotten. He employed the intervals between such stray notes as he received in studying Cyclona. He wondered what his aristocratic sisters would do if they were obliged to saddle their own ponies. He wondered what they would do if they were obliged to wear such gowns as Cyclona wore.
She got all the money the Wise Men paid for the claim, and it went into the millions. Why, Seth's claim takes up the very heart of the city. That girl's worth her weight in gold, that Cyclona, and she deserves it, taking care of the baby first, then watching after Seth. I believe she's in love with Seth. I believe she lives in hopes that he'll come back again. I know.
After a moment's hesitation: "Mother will come to you some day," Seth breathed over him. "Won't Cyclona and father do till then?" And in the close clasp of the longing man the child felt the unmistakable throb of paternity penetrate his heart and was satisfied. The winter had been too long and cold, or the child, however tender Seth's care of him, had been insufficiently clothed and fed.
Cyclona traced a line of the plan of the beautiful house. "Tell me about it," she said. "It is her natuah," insisted Seth almost fiercely, "and we can no mo' change ouah natuah, the instinct that is bawn in us, that is inherited, than we can change the place of ouah birth.
His plan must succeed, he sighed, to himself sometimes, sometimes to Cyclona, who would sit listening, her great eyes on the limit of the horizon, deep, dark, troubled as she brooded upon what her life would be when he was gone; and as he talked he panted in the deep earnestness of his insistence that the crops must succeed. Other plans had failed, but not this. Not this! It must not!
Cyclona knelt and laid her brown hand across the beautiful eyelids of the child for a little while. Then she took Seth's head and pillowing it upon her bosom, rocked gently back and forth as they knelt alone on the hard cold earth of the dugout floor. "It doesn't matter now," she whispered to him; "he knows." The days are long in the desert. Sometimes they seem to be endless.
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