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Then he burst out: "I believe every word Halson said! If there's any fake in the thing, it's the fake that Minver owned to." The old fellow who told that story of dream-transference on a sleeping-car at Christmas-time was again at the club on Easter Eve.
In the intensity of our interest, we had crowded close upon him, except Minver, who sat with his head thrown back, and that cynical cast in his eye which always exasperated Rulledge; and Halson, who stood smiling proudly, as if the stranger's story did him as his sponsor credit personally. "Yes," the stranger owned, "but I don't know that there wasn't something more extraordinary still.
Her aunt came along by and by and took her to Europe mother dead before Hazelwood went out there. But the girl was always homesick for the ranch; she pined for it; and after they had kept her in Germany three or four years they let her come back and run wild again wild as a flower does, or a vine, not a domesticated animal." "Go slow, Halson. This is getting too much for the romantic Rulledge."
This is getting too much for the romantic Rulledge." "Rulledge can bear up against the facts, I guess, Minver," Halson said, almost austerely. "Her father died two years ago, and then she had to come East, for her aunt simply wouldn't live on the ranche.
Minver rose and stretched himself with what I must describe as a sardonic yawn; Halson had stolen away before the end, as one to whom the end was known. Wanhope seemed by no means averse to the inquiry delegated to him, but only to be formulating its terms. At last he said: "I don't remember hearing of any case of this kind before.
Halson had put him up for the winter, under the easy rule we had, and he had taken very naturally to the Turkish room for his after-dinner coffee and cigar. But we noticed that Minver was always a willing listener to Newton's talk, and that he sometimes hospitably offered to share his tobacco with the Bostonian.
Minver asked. Rulledge would not let Wanhope answer. "Go on, Halson," he said. Halson roused himself from the revery in which he was sitting with glazed eyes. "Well, what made it a little more anxious was that he had heard of bears on that mountain, and the green afternoon light among the trees was perceptibly paling.
It would lift an immense responsibility off the birds who've been expected to shoulder it heretofore if it could be introduced into real life." Rulledge fetched a long, simple-hearted sigh. "Well, it's a charming story. How well he told it!" The waiter came again, and this time signalled to Minver. "Yes," he said, as he rose. "What a pity you can't believe a word Halson says."
Her aunt came along, by and by, and took her to Europe; mother dead before Hazelwood went out there. But the girl was always homesick for the ranche; she pined for it; and after they had kept her in Germany three or four years they let her come back, and run wild again; wild as a flower does, or a vine not a domesticated animal." "Go slow, Halson.
Minver had got his pipe alight, and was enjoying it. "I think Joe was simply off his nut, for the time being." The stranger was a guest of Halson's, and Halson himself was a comparative stranger, for he was of recent election to our dining-club, and was better known to Minver than to the rest of our little group, though one could not be sure that he was very well known to Minver.
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