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"Of course I want you myself, Honor. I want you horribly, unbearably, but I do honestly feel it's wrong for you to marry Jimsy King." "But, Carter see how nearly his father won out! Every one says that if his mother had lived And his Uncle Richard! He's absolutely free from it, now. And the very look of Jimsy is enough to show you " But Carter had turned and was staring moodily at the decanter.
Besides a cabbage, there were some carrots and beet tops the old woman had fished out of a grocer's backyard, and Bumper had to jump lively to get his share. Jimsy and Wheedles were already on their second carrot when he opened his eyes. "You'll never catch up with me!" said Jimsy, greedily. "I'm one carrot ahead of you." "And I'm one and a half," mumbled Wheedles, with his mouth full.
"That's true, in a sense, T. S...." "I know. But sometimes I think Carter deliberately takes Jimsy places to test him. Of course he thinks he's doing right, but it worries me." Stephen Lorimer smoked in silence. He had his own ideas. "Better have that talk with him," he said. Honor found the talk oddly disturbing.
Mildred Lorimer and Carter's mother managed that, between them, in spite of Stephen's best efforts, and, that decided, Jimsy King went with his father to visit one of the uncles at his great hacienda in old Mexico. Mrs. Van Meter and her son spent his vacation on the Continent and had Honor with them the greater part of the time.
"Jimsy is in Mexico with his father, visiting their relatives there on a big ranch." "You haven't thrown him over, have you?" "Thrown Jimsy over? Thrown " she stopped and drew a long breath. "I could just as easily throw myself over. Why, we belong! We're part of each other. I just can't think of myself without thinking of Jimsy or of Jimsy without thinking of me."
Bring him back ... in time...." He fell back, limp, gasping, and the doctor signaled to the girl to go. As she was slipping through the door the sick man spoke again, querulously. "Damn that mocking-bird ... make somebody shoot him!... There was one singing when Jimsy was born ... and when Jeanie went ... and this one now, mocking, mocking...." She ran back to him. "Oh, Mr.
Truth to tell, inwardly he had not expected the travelers back that night, and perhaps there lingered, too, in his mind, a faint desire to test out the other aeroplane in a task of rescue, in the event of the one Jimsy was driving breaking down. But when morning came without a sign of the missing monoplane speculation crystallized into a real and keen anxiety.
"Whatever happens to Honor whatever happens to her and death wouldn't be the worst thing, would it? it's your fault. Do you hear what I say? It's all your fault!" In all the years since he had known him Jimsy had never seen Carter Van Meter like this, cool Carter, with his little elegancies of dress and manner, his studied detachment.
Nothing then remained to be done but to bid hasty "au revoirs" and wing off across the barren wastes. "If all goes well we may be back to-night," said Mr. Bell as he slipped into the seat set tandem-wise behind Jimsy. "And if not?" inquired Roy. "In that case," and Mr. Bell's voice held a grave note, "in that case you will take the other monoplane and start out to look for us."
"No," he said, hotly, "and I don't care. I don't care for anything but you. Honor, you don't love Jimsy King. I know it. It's just a silly, boy-and-girl thing you must realize that, now you're away from him! Your mother doesn't want you to marry him. What can he give you or do for you?
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