Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 31, 2025
Say, it beats hell meetin' you this way." But Elvine was no longer laboring under the shock of the encounter. She had no longer any thought of the remoteness of the spot, or the obviously brutish man with whom she was confronted. She set about dealing with the situation with a desperate courage. "I don't know if you're mad, or only drunk," she said, with icy sharpness.
Indeed, Elvine had more than reason to be satisfied with her work. She felt at last that the worst was over, and now it remained for her to win back, step by step, the lost ground, until she had restored herself to her position. It could be done. It should be done, she told herself. She admitted no crime against him. Then where was the justice of it? Anyway, that fierce dread was off her mind.
Nan had been standing with her arm linked through her horse's reins. Now she relinquished them, and flung herself upon the ground before the startled woman. Elvine stared at her with unease in her dark eyes. Nor did she gain reassurance from the pretty face with its soft brown hair, and the graceful figure beneath its brown cloth riding suit. Yet she was not insensible to the companionship.
I knew whereabouts the boy had staked out, and, figuring we'd earned a vacation, Bud and I set out to round him up, and hand him a piece which I guessed would keep him with me the rest of his life." He paused. He drew a deep breath, and his eyes, hard as marble, had turned again in the direction of the window. Elvine was held even against herself.
All the lights, the decorations, the beautiful costumes and smiling faces, these became an indistinct blurr, leaving the image of Mrs. Elvine van Blooren and a man standing vividly out. What a wonderful, wonderful picture of radiant womanhood Mrs. Van Blooren had made! Even in her trouble Nan was generous. The woman was beautiful in a way that poor Nan had only dreamed of.
It seemed like the hand of Destiny that Elvine van Blooren should wander across the path of Jeffrey Masters at a moment when all the fruits of his ambition seemed to be falling into his outspread-hands.
"Only where the interests of cattle-raising are affected." Elvine handed him back the letter. She did not turn to him. A curious set to her lips warned Jeff that in some way his contemplated journey was adversely affecting her. Nor was it merely the disappointment he had been prepared for. He felt there was need to say more, though the need of it was obscure.
"Why, unless I add another week to it." "D'you think you could duplicate it then?" "That just depends on you." Elvine rose from her chair and moved toward the window. Jeff, too, left his chair. He stood tall and straight waiting. Her back was turned to him. "It is not for me to say," she replied without turning. "Why not?" "Your work in the world." "Can wait. There's always Bud Tristram."
Her deliberateness nearly drove the ranchman to distraction. "The friends of Mrs. John D. Carruthers will be interested to learn that the marriage of her daughter, Mrs. Elvine van Blooren, widow of the late Robert van Blooren, to Jeffrey Masters, of the celebrated 'Obar' Ranch, and this year's President of the Western Union Cattle Breeders' Association, is to be solemnized at the Church of St.
She, too, had leaped into the saddle. Nor could the girl help being struck by the manner of her action. "You're goin' back home?" she cried. Elvine shook her head resolutely. "How then?" The wife suddenly urged her horse. It came right up to Nan's with an almost spasmodic jump, driven by a vicious jab of the woman's spurred heel.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking