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Updated: June 23, 2025
When the train arrived at Bonneville, forty minutes behind time, it landed Annixter and Hilma in the midst of the very thing they most wished to avoid an enormous crowd.
Yet, somehow, he never had had a chance to act upon it. During the short period when he could be on his ranch Hilma had always managed to avoid him. Once, even, she had spent a month, about Christmas time, with her mother's father, who kept a hotel in San Francisco. Now, to-day, however, he had her all to himself.
You beastly fool PIP. Good LORD, what an ass you've made of yourself now!" Suddenly he resolved to put Hilma Tree out of his thoughts. The matter was interfering with his work. This kind of thing was sure not earning any money. He shook himself as though freeing his shoulders of an irksome burden, and turned his entire attention to the work nearest at hand.
"I'm going. Turn back. Drive to Hooven's, quick." "Better not, Mrs. Annixter," protested the young man. "Mr. Annixter said we were to go to Derrick's. Better keep away from Hooven's if there's trouble there. We wouldn't get there till it's all over, anyhow." "Yes, yes, let's go home," cried Mrs. Derrick, "I'm afraid. Oh, Hilma, I'm afraid." "Come with me to Hooven's then."
"Oh, no, sir," protested Hilma, still breathless. "Oh, no, indeed not." "Well, what then?" Hilma made a little uncertain movement of ignorance. "I don't know what." "Well, the League agreed to-day that if the test cases were lost in the Supreme Court you know we've appealed to the Supreme Court, at Washington we'd fight." "Fight?" "Yes, fight." "Fight like like you and Mr.
HE had seen Hilma Tree give him a look in the dairy. Aha, he saw through her! She was trying to get a hold on him, was she? He would show her. Wait till he saw her again. He would send her about her business in a hurry.
An overturned buggy lay on the side of the road in the distance, its horses in a tangle of harness, held by two or three men. She saw Caraher's buckboard under the live oak and near it a second buggy which she recognised as belonging to a doctor in Guadalajara. "Oh, what has happened; oh, what has happened?" moaned Mrs. Derrick. "Come," repeated Hilma.
He was suspicious of the woman, yet desired her, totally ignorant of how to approach her, hating the sex, yet drawn to the individual, confusing the two emotions, sometimes even hating Hilma as a result of this confusion, but at all times disturbed, vexed, irritated beyond power of expression. At length, Annixter cast his cigar from him and plunged again into the work of the day.
"Oh, maybe it's a wedding present," exclaimed Hilma, her eyes sparkling. "Well, maybe it is," returned her husband. "Here, m' son, help me in with this." Annixter and young Vacca bore the case into the sitting-room of the house, and Annixter, hammer in hand, attacked it vigorously. Vacca discreetly withdrew on signal from his mother, closing the door after him.
When the team turned into the driveway to the ranch house, Hilma uttered a little cry, clasping her hands joyfully. The house was one glitter of new white paint, the driveway had been freshly gravelled, the flower-beds replenished. Mrs. Vacca and her daughter, who had been busy putting on the finishing touches, came to the door to welcome them.
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