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"Nothing on earth between you but your cussed pride!" Mr. Thaddler remorselessly went on. "This ranch is honestly yours by a square deal. Your Jopalez business was worth the money you ran it honestly and extended the trade. You'd have made a heap by it if you could have unbent a little. Gosh! I limbered up that store some in twelve months!" And the stout man smiled reminiscently.
I'm tired of those two Swedes already. O come from? Up in Jopalez, Inca County, I believe." "New England stock I bet," said Mr. Thaddler. "Its a damn shame the way the women go on about her." "Not all of them, surely," protested Mr. Porne. "No, not all of 'em, but enough of 'em to make mischief, you may be sure. Women are the devil, sometimes." Mr. Porne smiled without answer, and Mr.
Warden remembered his visit to Jopalez, and it took her some time to rearrange him in her mind as a person of wealth and standing. Having so rearranged him, on sufficient evidence, she and her daughters became most friendly, and had hopes of establishing valuable acquaintance in the town.
"It's not for myself I care," she would explain to Ross, every day in the week and more on Sundays, "but for the girls. In that dreadful Jopalez there was absolutely no opportunity for them; but here, with horses, there is no reason we should not have friends. You must consider your sisters, Ross! Do be more cordial to Mr. Thaddler." But Ross could not at present be cordial to anybody.
Porne a most friendly and appreciative recommendation of Miss D. Bell by a minister in Jopalez, Inca Co., stating that the bearer was fully qualified to do all kinds of housework, experienced, honest, kind, had worked seven years in one place, and only left it hoping to do better in Southern California. Backed by her own pastor's approval this seemed to Mrs. Porne fully sufficient.
Thaddler went sulking away a bag of cakes bulging in his pocket. The little wooden hotel in Jopalez boasted an extra visitor a few days later. A big red faced man, who strolled about among the tradesmen, tried the barber's shop, loafed in the post office, hired a rig and traversed the length and breadth of the town, and who called on Mrs.
This the mother would never admit for a moment, but expatiated loyally on the scientific mind of Mr. Henderson Bell, still of Jopalez. "I don't see how he can bear to let her out of his sight," said Mr. Thaddler. "Of course he hated to let her go," replied the lady. "We both did. But he is very proud of her now." "I guess there's somebody else who's proud of her, too," he suggested.
As the winter drew on, Mrs. Weatherstone whisked away again, but kept a warm current of interest in Diantha's life by many letters. Mr. Bell came down from Jopalez with outer reluctance but inner satisfaction. He had rented his place, and Susie had three babies now. Henderson, Jr., had no place for him, and to do housework for himself was no part of Mr. Bell's plan.
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