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To his surprise, he found Terpy stony to his advances. Her eyes glittered with dislike for him. He became one of the highest players that had ever entered the gilded apartment on Terpsichore's second floor; he ordered more champagne than any man in Gumbolt; but for all this he failed to ingratiate himself with its presiding genius.
The invitation of a sovereign is equivalent to a command the world over; and Terpsichore was as much the queen regnant of Gumbolt as Her Majesty, Victoria, was Queen of England, or of any other country in her wide realm. She was more; she was absolute. She could have had any one of a half-dozen men cut the throat of any other man in Gumbolt at her bidding.
The first words, of course, were of the surprise Alice felt at finding him there. "How did you remember us?" "I was not likely to forget you," said Keith, frankly enough. "I am in New York on business, and I thought that before going home I would see my friends." This with some pride, as Mrs. Yorke was present. "Where are you living?" Keith explained that he was an engineer and lived in Gumbolt.
She was a neat, quiet-looking young woman, with a fine figure, slim and straight and supple, a melodious voice, and laughing gray eyes. "You must come and see me. We're to have a blow-out to-night. Come around. I'll introduce you to the boys. I've got the finest ball-room in town just finished and three fiddles. We christen it to-night. Goin' to be the biggest thing ever was in Gumbolt."
"They talk about the sin of selling negroes," he said; "that is as very a sale as ever took place at a slave-auction." For a time he plunged into the gayest life that Gumbolt offered. He even began to visit Terpsichore. But this was not for long. Mr.
In fact, Miss Terpsichore was not of that class that forget either friends or foes; whatever she was she was frankly and outspokenly. Mr. Plume informed Keith that she was "down on him." "She's got it in for you," he said. "Says she's goin' to drive you out of Gumbolt." "Well, she will not," said Keith, with a flash in his eye. "She is a good friend and a good foe," said the editor.
When old Rawson saw him he, too, remarked on his thinness; but more encouragingly. "Well, 'a lean dog for a long chase," he said. "How are cattle?" inquired Keith. The old fellow turned his eyes on him with a keen look. "Cattle's tolerable. I been buyin' a considerable number up toward Gumbolt, where you're goin'. I may get you to look after 'em some day," he chuckled.
This surrender had no sooner been made than every man outside was her champion. "You will ride on that back seat to Gumbolt to-night, or I'll ride in Jim Digger's hearse. I am layin' for him anyhow." The voice was Jake Dennison's. "And I'll ride with him. Stand aside, Jake, and let me git in there. I'll yank him out," said his friend.
But she was conscious enough to know that Lois was at her side and that it was her voice that repeated the Lord's Prayer. The newspapers the next day rang with her praises, and that night Keith went South with her body to lay it on the hillside among her friends, and all of old Gumbolt was there to meet her. Wickersham, on finding his attempt at explanation to Mrs.
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