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"I am really sorry that we put Miss Lacharme to so much trouble. She had to scare up a team on the instant." "Price, the storekeeper, brought you up, didn't he?" "I don't think so. Miss Louise called him 'Collie, I believe. He'd make a splendid army surgeon, that young man! He has nerves like tempered steel wire, and I never saw such cool strength." "Oh, that's nothing.
Lacharme denominated them correctly 'Parentales Cantus. In the Preface to the Shih, to which I have made reference above, it is said, 'The Sung are pieces in admiration of the embodied manifestation of complete virtue, announcing to the spiritual Intelligences their achievement thereof. Ku Hsi's account of the Sung was 'Songs for the Music of the Ancestral Temple; and that of Kiang Yung of the present dynasty 'Songs for the Music at Sacrifices. I have united these two definitions, and call the Part 'Odes of the Temple and the Altar. There 'is a difference between the pieces of Lu and the other two collections in this Part, to which I will call attention in giving the translation of them.
He had heard a great deal, from his sister, of the Stones, and their beautiful niece, Louise Lacharme. He was enthusiastic about the Moonstone Cañon. He grew even more enthusiastic after meeting Louise. She came riding her black pony Boyar down the afternoon hillside a picture that he never forgot. Her gray sombrero hung on the saddle-horn. Her gloves were tucked in her belt.
Overland Red bowed to the doctor's opinion, but his heart was unconquerable. He wrote a long letter to his old-time friend, Brand Williams, of the Moonstone Ranch. The letter was curiously worded. It did not mention Louise Lacharme, nor Mrs. Stone, nor the rancher. It was, in the main, about Mexico and the "old days"; no hint of Collie's accident was in the page until the very end.
His eyes were blurred and his brain grew numb. Faintly he heard Brand Williams cry, "Two minutes! Moonstone wins!" Then came a cheer. His gripping knees relaxed. He reeled and all around him the air grew streaked with slivers of piercing fire. He pitched headforemost at the feet of the group on the veranda. In a flash Louise Lacharme was beside him, kneeling and supporting his head.
In his Latin translation of the Shih, p. Lacharme translated Hsiao Ya by 'Quod rectum est, sed inferiore ordine, adding in a note: 'Siao Ya, latine Parvum Rectum, quia in hac Parte mores describuntur, recti illi quidem, qui tamen nonnihil a recto deflectunt. But the manners described are not less correct or incorrect, as the case may be, than those of the states in the former Part or of the kingdom in the next.
There is a thrill in every turn of it, for me. I shall dream of it." "Were you delayed at the station?" queried Stone. "We wired," said the doctor. "It seems that the telegram was not delivered. Miss Lacharme explained that messages have to wait until called for, unless money is wired for delivering them." "That is a fact, Doctor. Splendid system, isn't it?"
A little breeze, wayfaring through Moonstone Cañon and on up to the mountain ranch, touched the girl's cheek and she breathed deeply of its cool fragrance. The wide gate swung open, and Louise Lacharme, curbing Black Boyar, rode out of the shadows into the hot light of the morning, singing as she rode. Against the soft gray of the cañon wall flamed a crimson flower like a pomegranate bud.
"But it isn't a wilderness. And dinner won't be ready for an hour yet. Don't you think a wilderness would have been utterly stupid with his 'thou' beside him singing everlastingly? Now please don't say, 'It would depend on the thou." "Do you sing, Miss Lacharme?" "A little." "Please, then, a little. Then I'll answer your question." "I had rather not, just now."
The impression Louise was unconsciously making straightway absorbed his attention. "Yes, indeed! Turn him into the corral turn him into anything, Miss Lacharme. You have the magic. Make another admirer of him." "Thank you, Mr. Winthrop. But Boyar could hardly be improved." "You trained him, didn't you?" queried Winthrop. Louise laughed. "Yes. But he was well-bred to begin with."
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