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Featherby's heart to have to leave," Lahoma added, "for they'd got a good stand of wheat and I think she liked me 'most as well as I liked her. But Mr. Featherby came from Ohio, and he had respect to the government, so when the soldiers said 'Go, he pulled up stakes." "We ain't got no respect to nothing," Brick explained, "that stands in the way of doing what we're a mind to.
Lahoma plunged into the midst of her narrative: "One evening Brick came on a deserted mover's wagon; he'd traveled all day with nothing to eat or drink, and he got into the wagon to escape the blistering sun. In there, he found a dead woman, stretched on her pallet. He had a great curiosity to see her face, so he began lifting the cloth that covered her. He saw a pearl and onyx pin at her throat.
It's something you'll have to feel for yourselves, nobody could explain it so you'd see, if you don't understand already." The men stared at her, somewhat bewildered, saying nothing. In some breasts, a sense of something delicate, not to be defined, was stirred. "One day," Lahoma resumed, "Brick saw a white man with some Indians standing near that grave.
If I lived near at hand, I'd all-time be hiding, and having her a-conniving at something that would hurt your reputation if found out, and that would kill me because I couldn't breathe under such a load. And if away from her, well I'm too old, now, to live without Lahoma. She's she's just a habit of mine. "So you puts me in jail.
The fact that Wilfred and Lahoma were now married seemed to banish events of a month ago as if they were years and years in the past. They partook of breakfast in the gray dawn of the new day, eating by lantern-light. And when the light had been extinguished, Willock, like a wild animal brought to bay, squared his shoulders against the wall, and said: "We've slept on it. Say all you got to say.
"I thought as I came up the road that I saw her half-opening the cabin-door." "That was Red Feather taking a peep at you. He's the Indian that brought Lahoma to Willock, as a child. He comes, about once a year, to see us, but this time he was a little too late for Lahoma. Yes, she's gone East they're all putting up in Kansas City just now; on their way to Chicago."
Tall and straight he stood, like a soldier whose duty it is to face defeat; and standing thus, he fastened his eyes upon her face as if to stamp those features in a last long look upon his heart. "Good-by," said Lahoma; this time she did not hold out her hand. Her face was composed, her voice quiet.
Willock in his party, and no little girl named Lahoma Willock. But he's been through what my father went through, and it made me feel kinder to him, somehow. "But his eye is bad. Maybe it got in the habit of shifting about looking for Indians in the sagebrush. Sometimes he seems still to be looking for Indians.
She isn't worthy of you if she'd rather have a fortune than the man she loves. I'd just sit down and face it." "I will!" He had never before thought it could be easy. It seemed very easy, now. "Maybe I could help you," Lahoma suggested earnestly. "When Mrs. Featherby lived near, I asked her all about such cases and got her advice and experience. Change of scene and time are the greatest remedies.
Lahoma, who had taken refuge behind Wilfred's protection, wept and laughed in a rosy glow of triumphant joy. Mizzoo presently reappeared, leaving the door wide open. He walked to the stairs, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deep-cut with appreciation of the situation.
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