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Updated: June 22, 2025
Cymbals clashed, the drum cannonaded fearfully and to the sprightly measures of "The Glowworm," the Indians who had collected about Keela's wagon to stare at Diane, decamped in a body to the side of Mr. Poynter, who smiled and proceeded in pantomime to make friends with all about him. This, by virtue of the entertaining music-machine, was not difficult.
There were beach birds running in flocks down the sand as the white-ridged foam receded; overhead an Indian file of pelicans winged briskly out to sea. On the broad, hard beach to the north presently appeared a music-machine.
With which pious ejaculation the Baron inspected his smudged and blistered fingers and read again the entertaining message from the Duke of Connecticut. "Why take to the highway," begged Philip guilelessly, "when the task is so unpleasant?" "Ah!" rumbled the Baron, more sombre now, "there is a man with a music-machine " "There is!" said Philip fervently.
"Why," insisted the older man, "have you seen fit to conduct yourself with the irrationality of a madman by trundling a music-machine about the country and making love to a girl you tried in a moment of fright and frenzy to kill?" "I I lost my head," said the Prince with an effort. "It it seemed at first that she must die. The other, I thought to myself, I will leave to Themar and the Baron.
For, as the horse and music-machine had been familiar, so was the driver, who swept a broad sombrero from his head and revealed the face of Philip Poynter. With a curse Ronador abruptly brought the car to a standstill. The very irony of this masquerade fired him with terrible anger. "You!" he choked. "You!" Philip nodded. "I guess you're right," he said.
Why did he make me ridiculous at the Sherrill fête? Purely because your eyes, Miss Westfall, were among those who watched the indignity! Why is he driving about now in the music-machine to mock me? Because having forced me from the road, he must needs see to it that I do not return. When I do, he must be near at hand to report to the Baron." It was an artful network.
The familiar notes recalled so vividly the one who once before had sung them at her side that she turned almost expecting to see him but saw only the vain little animated music-machine, who with many contortions was producing the harmony. "Just this mockery my life will ever be," she thought; "all that I am, the best I can do, will always be connected with something insignificant and commonplace.
At last the music-machine ceased from troubling, the rival canine concert was ended, and laughter and song were hushed. The stillness of the Arctic night fell upon the Nugget Road House, lying in the somber shadow of the Sawtooth Mountains.
When the dreadful commotion in the wagon at last subsided, the minstrel came through the trees and sweeping off his sombrero, bowed and smiled. "Merciful Heavens!" exclaimed the girl, staring. It was Mr. Poynter. "I'm sorry," regretted Mr. Poynter. "I'm really sorry I feel so well but I've got a music-machine."
Southward along the beautiful Kissimmee river, where the fabled young grandee of Spain kissed the plaintive Seminole maid, rumbled the great green van and the camp of Keela. Southward, unremittingly protective, followed the silent music-machine.
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