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But don't let me keep you from breakfast." "Breakfast, eh? That's right! I almost forgot it, talkin' to you. Collie's got the coffee to boilin'. No, you ain't keepin' us from our breakfast any that you'd notice. It would take a whole reg'ment of Rurales to keep us from a breakfast if we seen one runnin' around loose without its pa or ma." Louise Lacharme did not smile. This was too real.
But what splendid animals!" he exclaimed as they approached the corral. "Uncle Walter and I are very fond of them," she said, turning Boyar into the inclosure. "Do you know, Miss Lacharme, I like horses and dogs and cats, and I just revel in burros. But animals don't seem to like me. They're rather indifferent to me. I wonder if it is a matter of health, or magnetism, or something of that sort?"
And if a fella gets caught tellin' the truth, why, he's that much to the good." "Well, I shall try and believe you this time," said Stone. "Miss Lacharme thinks you're honest." "A guy couldn't lie to her!" said the boy. "Then just consider me her representative," said Stone, smiling. Collie squatted in the meager shade of the "coop."
He owns the claim, or he did. It belongs by rights to his girl now. His name was André Lacharme." "Lacharme!" "Yes, Louise's pa. Recollect your boss tellin' us as how the Rose Girl's daddy was missin' out in the Mojave? Then they was a letter old and 'most wore out from Walter Stone himself.
This morning before I told you I could have knelt and prayed to your glove. But now, Louise, Louise Lacharme, I can't. That glove would burn me and drive me wild to come back to you." "To come back to you ...?" The words sung themselves through her consciousness. "Come back to you...." He was going away. "You care so much?" she asked. There was a new light in her eyes.
"Just a minute " began the deputy. "Where's my pony, Collie? He didn't get away, did he?" "No, ma'am. Mr. Tenlow 'requisitioned' him. Thought I'd wait till you came along so I could explain." "Requisitioned my pony! What do you mean?" "It's this way, Miss Lacharme. That man there in the machine is wanted. He " "What has that to do with my pony, please?" "I guess you know who he is.
"Just forever," he said. And Louise Lacharme, more beautiful than the morning, Louise, his most gracious señorita, his Madonna of the Rose, lifted her arms to him. Her lips quivered like a child's, tremulous with longing to tell him silently, as his lips found hers, all that her heart was giving and all the wealth of love it yet should give. Gently his hands clasped her golden head.
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