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Updated: May 12, 2025
It sounded too blamed pessimistic for me, so when I broke camp next morning I changed the sign to read 'Soap' instead of 'Hope." Donna's laughter awoke the echoes in the silent patio, and Bob McGraw, certain of his audience, rambled on. Ah, what a dreamer, what a lovable, careless, lazy optimist he was! And how Donna's whole nature went out in sympathy with his!
Hennage opened his eyes, but since he was not one of the presuming kind he quickly closed them again and feigned unconsciousness until he felt Donna's soft hand resting on his cold forehead. "You oughtn't to a-come here, Donnie" he said, making a brave show to speak easily despite his terrible wounds. "There ain't no fun in this visit for nobody but me "
He even forgave the prima donna's smiling at him from the stage, as he stood watching her from the wings, and smiled back at her with polite cynicism, as though he did not know and she did not know that her smiles were not for him, but to disturb some more interested one in the front row.
"Has she been ill long?" asked Olive of the single woman who still remained in the room. "Do you know anything about her?" "Oh, yes, miss. I am Madame T , the prima donna's maid, and I helped dress Miss Clare to-night," answered the quiet-faced woman, who was nearly dead with curiosity, but stood in some awe of the tall, strange young lady.
Hence, when the tourist approaching the station sticks his head out of the window or unwisely remains on the platform of the observation car, this forty-mile "zephyr," as they term it in San Pasqual, sighs joyously past him, snatches his headgear, whirls it down the tracks and deposits it at the western boundary of Donna's "ranch."
You looked a mite peaked." "Yes, yes" she whispered, clutching at this straw which he held out to her, "I'm ill. I want to go home oh, Mr. Hennage, please take me home." Mr. Hennage turned and beckoned to one of the waitresses whose duty it was, on Donna's days off, to take her place at the cash counter. As the waitress started to obey his summons, the gambler turned and spoke to Donna.
'She has no heart. 'They say that of most lyric sopranos, laughed Madame Bonanni. 'I never heard it said of you! You have a heart as big as the world! The Italian made a circle of her two arms, to convey an idea of the size of the prima donna's heart, while the wholesale upholsterer, who had a good eye, compared the measurement with that lady's waist.
Donna's hot tears fell fast on his face as she leaned over and kissed the death-damp from his brow. "Oh-thank you" he gasped. "Bob take off my shoes I don't want to die with my boots on. New gaiters too give 'em to Sam Singer. Good Injun that." The sun had set behind the Tehachapis now, and twilight was stealing over San Pasqual. It was time for Mr. Hennage to be on his way.
Hennage did not judge it necessary to tell Donna that he had left the worthy yardmaster in charge of her destinies, with a thousand dollars on deposit in a bank in Bakersfield, in Dan's name, for Donna's use in case of emergency. Mr.
At that the former prima donna's imagination balked. But she got something out. "Nice enough. What do you care?" "I hate all those snobs." "So do I," said the Tamburini, who worshipped the breed even when non-existent. "But don't go and include him. If it hadn't been for him " "Was he with her?" "You ought to have heard the way he went on about you.
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