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Updated: June 1, 2025
Of course this isn't much to hang a hope on, but if that play is what I think it is and Miss Violet Dewing ever reads it she's going to jump for the telegraph office the moment she finishes the last act. I have no plans for returning East; the folks at home let me do as I please, and it's a relief to be in seclusion where I hear nothing of the doings of Broadway.
It is well to mention here that, upon the tongues of the scurrile, "Something," as a praise-name and over-name for Mr. Dewing, suffered a sea change to "Surething" Surething Dewing; just as the Admiral Dewey Hotel was less favorably known as "Stagger Inn." Mr.
Shorter called her up over the telephone, and she yielded. "I've got Alfred Dewing for myself," said Elsie Shorter, as she greeted Honora in the hall. "He writes those very clever things you've read them. And Hugh for you," she added significantly. The Shorter cottage, though commodious, was simplicity itself.
If you feel spiteful, take it out on Johnson. Get yourself a pack outfit and go find his mine." "I'm no prospector," said the gambler disdainfully. "No. I will tell you what you are." Tall Eric rose and towered above Dewing at the window; the sun streamed on his bright hair, "You are a crack-brained fool to tempt my hands to your throat! You will do it once too often yet. You a prospector?
"Oh, I'm not a fool," said Mr. Cuthbert. "But if I were a poet, or that fellow Dewing, I might be able to tell you what your eyes were like to-night." "I'm glad you're not," said Honora. As they were going in, she turned for a lingering look at the sea. A strong young moon rode serenely in the sky and struck a path of light across the restless waters.
If you can, I'll bet you a one-quarter interest in our mine against that evidence. I'll take your word if you'll take mine, and I'll give you twelve hours' start before I make your confession public. Boland, you mind your own business. I'm doing this. Well, Dewing, how about it?" "If you think I've got evidence to clear Stanley " "I do. I think you did the trick yourself, likely."
By the way, what did the paragon call herself?" "Violet Dewing was her stage name and the only name the managers knew her by. I assumed that, of course, all I had to do was to finish my play and then have Dalton, who represents me over there, make an appointment to read it to her; but Dalton worked for three months trying to find her, without success.
Captain West spoke to the mate, who bawled the order along, and the watch, reinforced by the watch below, began dewing up the mainsail and foresail and climbing into the rigging. "Keep off! Put your wheel over! Hard over!" Captain West called gently to the helmsman. And the big wheel spun around, and the Elsinore's bow fell off so that she might not be caught aback by the onslaught of wind.
Then he retraced his steps, riding slowly perforce, lest any great dust should betray him. In the burning heat of noon he rejoined Scotty, the first relay; he scribbled his telegram on the back of an old envelope and gave it to Scotty. That worthy spurred away to the R E Ranch; the hour for concealment was past time was the essence of the contract. Dewing followed at a slowed gait.
At the ball ground he bade Dewing good-night. The latter rode on to his own hostelry at the other end of town. Civilization patronized the Admiral Dewey as nearest the railroad; mountain men favored the Mountain House as being nearest to grass. Stanley turned up a side street to the one-roomed adobe house on the edge of town that served as city headquarters for himself and Johnson.
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