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The experience of being avoided by the respectably inclined and sought after by those who had no respectability to lose was a new experience to Van Lennop, who had been accustomed from infancy to the deference which is tacitly accorded those of unusual wealth; but even had he found the antagonistic atmosphere which he encountered frequently now annoying, he would have felt more than compensated by the knowledge that he had discovered in the little belle of Crowheart a friend whose loyalty was strong enough to stand the difficult test of public opinion.
Andy P. Symes, solemn and as stiffly erect as a ramrod, trying to manage her first train, and Van Lennop's lips curved upward ever so slightly, but his voice had the proper gravity when he replied: "Scarcely." She shot a quick look at him. "You don't like it," she asserted. Van Lennop smiled slightly at her keenness. "To be candid, I don't.
She did not understand yet, she only felt, and felt so keenly, that she could not bring herself to speak of it, even to Ogden Van Lennop, who still supposed that she had gone as an invited guest. The change which a marcelled pompadour, kimona sleeves, a peach-basket hat, and a hobble skirt wrought in the appearance of Mrs. Andy P. Symes, nee Kunkel, was a source of amazement to Crowheart.
She realized only that some agreeable happening had left her with a sensation of warmth about her heart. As she fumbled on the floor for hair-pins, yawning sleepily until her jaws cracked, she wondered what it was. She stopped in the midst of twisting her loose hair and her face lighted in sudden recollection. Ogden Van Lennop! Ah, that was it. She remembered now.
Even Ogden Van Lennop she remembered had called it the great essential and now she saw that old Edouard Dubois who had lived for seventy years regarded it in a wholly reverent light. "When you marry me you have no more worry, no more trouble, no more tears." Her lips moved; she was repeating to herself "No more worry, no more trouble, no more tears."
He prized the novel friendship, for it had become that, and would have regretted keenly anything which might have interrupted it. Her realistic descriptions of the episodes of a small town were irresistible and Van Lennop never found himself more genuinely entertained than when after a certain set form of greeting which they went through daily with the greatest gravity, he would inquire
Tutts when he opened a book and sat down by the open window. A murmur of voices which began shortly underneath his window did not disturb him, though subconsciously he was aware that one of them belonged to Essie Tisdale. It was not until he heard his own name that he lifted his eyes from the interesting pages before him. "You lak him I t'ink dat loafer dat fellow Van Lennop?"
In other words, she had proved to Van Lennop and to Crowheart that she was a success as a woman as well as a doctor. What more could any one person ask? The road to the end looked smooth before her. She wanted to scream, to shriek aloud in exultation. Her cheeks burned, her eyes blazed triumph.
A week in a place like this is much like a jail sentence unless you're hard at work. Are things in pretty much of a mess?" Van Lennop went over the situation briefly, and concluded "I'll stay over a day or so, if you desire." "There's no necessity, I think," said Britt, rising. "I'll keep in touch with you by wire. Crowheart again?" Van Lennop shook his head. "I'm going east from here."
Harpe quickly demonstrated that she was easily the best dancer in the room, and there was no dearth of partners after the first awe of her had worn off, but her satisfaction in her night of triumph was not complete until Van Lennop's name was upon her programme. Essie Tisdale, busy elsewhere, had her first glimpse of the ballroom where Van Lennop claimed his dance.
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