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The girl can play a heap stronger game than both of you." "Well, if she can," responded Ellsworth, "she's going to have a good chance to do it. We're going to build the railroad on north, and we don't feel like hauling coal down that cañon by wagon." Tom Osby seemed to have pursued his game as far as he cared to do at this time.
"Yes, I come down from Heart's Desire," he began again. "From where?" broke in a low, sweet voice. "From Heart's Desire? What an exquisite name! Where is it? What is it? That sounds like heaven," she said. "It might be, ma'am," said Tom Osby, simply, "but it ain't. The water supply ain't reg'lar enough. It's just a little place up in the mountains.
Strangely enough, he understood the question of her eyes. She flushed like a girl as he nodded gravely. "'Annie Laurie," he said. "I am very glad," said she, with a long breath. "It reconciles me to selling my art in that way. No, I'm very glad, quite outside of that." Tom Osby did not quite follow all her thoughts, but he went on. "It was 'Annie Laurie," said he. "I knew you sung it.
Says Lancelot, 'Fair queen, thou didst me a injury onct; but couldst thou but come and stand at my bedside, I hadst new zeal in life, says he." "Meanin' he'd get well?" asked Curly. "That's the same as Dan Anderson! This feller's a peach!" "Shut up!" admonished Tom Osby. "Go on, Willie." "It's always that-a-way," said Willie. Tears stood in his eyes.
Why didn't you tell me you were coming up?" He grinned with what seemed to us bad taste. When we got down across the foot-hills and into the broad white street of Heart's Desire, we espied a dark figure slowly approaching. It proved to be Tom Osby, who later declared that he had found himself unable to sleep. He had things in his pockets.
Dan Anderson turned in at the post-office to see if the daily paper from El Paso had come in that month. It was something that Dan Anderson saw in the daily paper that caused him on the following day to lead Tom Osby aside. "Did you know, Tom," said he, "that that opera singer you've got in your box, the 'Annie Laurie' artist, is goin' to be down in this part of the world before long?"
Constance took the counsel offered her, and seated herself in full glare of the Southwestern sun. She looked about her and felt an unwonted sense of peace, as though she were rocked in some great cradle and under some watchful eye. "Dad," said she, quietly, "I'm not going home. I'm going to spend a month at Sky Top." "Has it caught you, ma'am?" asked Tom Osby, simply.
Then he stood outside, his hat in hand, violently mopping his brow. As he caught sight of the two laggards he beckoned them peremptorily. "O Lord!" moaned Tom Osby; "now here's what that sheepherder done to us, with his missive and his signet ring." Constance Ellsworth had grown deadly pale as she approached the dwelling. The open door let in upon a darkened interior.
"S'posin' I shoot Willie up just for luck," suggested Curly. "He's got it comin' to him, from the way that Gee-Whiz friend of his throwed lead into our fellers, time we was arguin' with them over them sheep. This country ain't got no use for sheep, nor sheepherders either, specially the kind that makes trouble with railroads, and girls." "No, hold on a minute," interrupted Tom Osby.
"It's a good deal like you say, Tom," he assented; "I know that. Unless we can get Dan Anderson and that girl to some sort of an understandin', the jig's up, and there ain't a-goin' to be no railroad at Heart's Desire. But how're you a-goin' to do that?" "Well, I done told you what I thought," said Tom Osby. "I'm a married man, been married seven times, or maybe six.
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