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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Now," he went on, "it's because I feel that way, and because you're going to punch your freight team more than a hundred miles south next week to see if you can get a look at that 'Annie Laurie' woman it's because of those things that I want to help you if I can. And that's the truth or something resemblin' it, maybe. "Now listen, Tom. Madame Donatelli is no Dago, and she's not dead.
She did not even descend to say farewell to Donatelli and her bedraggled company, who steamed away from Sky Top slopes in the little train whose whistlings came back triumphantly. She admitted herself guilty of ignoble joy that this woman a singer, an artist, a beautiful and dangerous woman as she felt sure was now gone out of her presence, as indeed she was gone out of her life.
"A man was here from Heart's Desire last night," began Donatelli. "You know, I am a singer. He had heard in some way. My faith! He came more than a hundred miles, and he said from Heart's Desire. I've wondered what the place was like." The Donatelli face flushed hotly in spite of herself. A queer expression suddenly crossed that of Constance Ellsworth as well. She wondered who this man could be!
Ellsworth beckoned Porter Barkley to him for talk of business nature, so that Constance sat well-nigh alone when Madame Alicia Donatelli came sweeping in, tall, comely, sombre, and, it must be confessed, hungry.
"I couldn't get a clean look at the brand, owin' to Tom's cuttin' out the thing so sudden from the bunch. It was somethin' like Doughnuts " "Exactly Madame Donatelli! I thought I rather recognized that voice my own self." "Dago!" said McKinney with scorn. "By trainin', though not by birth," admitted Dan Anderson. "Georgia girl originally, they tell me, and Dagoized proper, subsequent.
With a swift motion he grasped her wrists. Color rose to the Donatelli cheek. Her eyes flashed. She was about to sing. She checked herself in time. "Unhand me, sir!" she cried. The two wrestled back and forth, their hands intertwined. And now the log fire, seeing the lack of better footlights, blazed up loyally to light for them this unusual stage.
"I like it," said she. "I am sure we shall enjoy the ride up to Heart's Desire." "Heart's Desire?" repeated the diva, with an odd smile. Constance saw the smile and challenged it. "Yes," she replied briefly, "I was there once before." "What is it like?" asked Donatelli. "Like nothing in the world yet it's just a little valley shut in by the mountains."
Heaven, ma'am, I reckon is just now located something like a hundred miles south of Heart's Desire!" And he laughed so sudden and hearty a man's laugh at this that it jostled Alicia Donatelli out of all her artificiality, and set the two at once upon a footing. It seemed to her that, after all, men were pretty much alike, no matter where one found them.
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