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Updated: May 10, 2025
I 've been to him, all right, but the fellow is like a stubborn mule. He has n't got but one selling-out price, so far as I can learn, and that chances to be Beth Norvell. You see the point? Well, that's exactly why I came here to-night. I wanted to be able to tender him the goods." For a moment her eyes remained pitifully pleading; then they suddenly appeared to harden into resolute defiance.
And the first pointer I desire to give you is this if your lips ever again besmirch the name of Beth Norvell to my knowledge, I 'll hunt you down as I would a mad dog. I believe you are a dirty liar and thief, and now I 'm going after the facts to prove it. Good-night."
She paused, scarcely knowing how best to proceed, or just how much of the plot this other might already comprehend. "Have you ever heard of the 'Little Yankee' mine?" she questioned. "Si, señorita," the voice faltering slightly, the black eyes drooping. "Eet is up in de deep canyon yonder; I know eet." "He told me about it," Miss Norvell continued more calmly.
The young fellow smiled knowingly, rising instantly to his feet. "Not here at all," he returned pleasantly. "He left just before noon on horseback. Heard him say something 'bout an engineering job he had up Echo Canyon. Reckon that 's where he 's gone. Anything important, Miss Norvell?"
Beth Norvell did not remember ever having fainted in her life, yet for a moment after these words reached her, all around grew dark, and she was compelled to grasp the counter to keep from falling. The strain of the long night, coupled with such unexpected news proving she had arrived too late with her warning, served to daze her brain, to leave her utterly unable either to think or plan.
"C-come, little g-g-girl, what's up?" She made no response, her lips faltering as though suddenly stricken dumb. Beth Norvell dropped down from the pony's back, and stood with one hand resting on Mercedes' shoulder. "She only came to show me the way," she explained bravely. "I-I have a most important message for Mr. Winston. Where is he?" "Important, d-did you s-s-say?"
Clay, Norvell, Niles, Smith, Pierce, Benton, Black, Tipton, and other honorable Senators, either that their perception is so dull, they know not what of they affirm, or that their moral sense is so blunted they can demand without compunction a violation of the nation's faith!
To Miss Norvell observing her companion with shy intentness, this erect, manly young fellow with weather-browned, clean-shaven face and straightforward gray eyes seemed to evince a power of manhood she instinctively felt and surrendered to.
They were equally filthy and unfit for occupancy, yet he did not feel called upon to invade them with his cleansing broom. By four o'clock everything was in proper position, the stage set in perfect order for the opening act, and Winston returned with his report to the hotel, and to the glowing Albrecht. Miss Norvell joined the company at the supper table, sitting between the manager and Mr.
Like a flash of powder, the girl of the hot-blooded South burst into fresh flame of passion, her foot stamping the floor, her black eyes glowing with unrestrained anger. "Dios de Dios! Eet ees as I thought. He lofe you, not Mercedes. Vy I not kill you? hey?" Miss Norvell met her fiercely threatening look, her single step of advance, without tremor or lowering of the eyes.
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