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Not until the eleven months' drought did Santa Rosa cease talking about Dry Valley Johnson's courtship of Panchita O'Brien. It was an unclassifiable procedure; something like a combination of cake-walking, deaf-and-dumb oratory, postage stamp flirtation and parlour charades. It lasted two weeks and then came to a sudden end. Of course Mrs.
"Well, well, Panchita," he said, patting her hand, a kindly awkward figure hunched up in his big overcoat; "this is something new for you." She made an agreeing movement with her head, her glance resting where it fell, too languid to move. "I seem to be all in," she murmured. "Just played out?" "Looks that way." "I didn't know till this morning Mrs. Wesson told me. How did it happen?"
It was nice, too, to have as good a match as Mr. Johnson paying you attentions and to see the other girls fluttering the curtains at their windows to see you go by with him. Dry Valley bought a buggy with yellow wheels and a fine trotter in San Antonio. Every day he drove out with Panchita. He was never seen to speak to her when they were walking or driving.
O'Brien favoured the match as soon as Dry Valley's intentions were disclosed. Being the mother of a woman child, and therefore a charter member of the Ancient Order of the Rat-trap , she joyfully decked out Panchita for the sacrifice. The girl was temporarily dazzled by having her dresses lengthened and her hair piled up on her head, and came near forgetting that she was only a slice of cheese.
Dry Valley, less fleet, followed them nearly to the pickets. Checking his useless pursuit, he rounded a bush, dropped his whip and stood, voiceless, motionless, the capacity of his powers consumed by the act of breathing and preserving the perpendicular. Behind the bush stood Panchita O'Brien, scorning to fly. She was nineteen, the oldest of the raiders.
"A girl? What use I 'ave for girls?" laughed Pancho Lopez. "What you say now what's ze name?" "Why, Panchita! What else could we have named her?" Angela said. You could have knocked the Mexican down with a straw. This time he was flabbergasted.
Before we went to bed, Doña Panchita suggested that we ought to see certain muñecos kept by a man named Diego, and used as idols by the village. Accordingly, she sent orders that the man should bring his muñecos to the house for us to see.
With an upturned box for a seat, the stub of pencil he always carried sharpened to a pin point by his knife, he steadied the table on the windowsill, and sat down to write to Pancha. He wrote the word "Farleys" at the top of the sheet, as he knew she would see the Farleys postmark, but the date he omitted: "MY DEARY PANCHITA: "Farleys "Here's the old man writing to you from Farleys.
To the Senate of the United States: I transmit a report from the Secretary of State, with accompanying papers, in answer to the resolution of the Senate of the 22d instant, requesting information in regard to the seizure of the American vessel Panchita on the coast of Africa. WASHINGTON, May 31, 1858.
They accepted him as a decided damper, for his attempts at sportiveness were so forced that they might as well have essayed their games in a cathedral. Neither he nor any other could estimate what progress he had made with Panchita. The end came suddenly in one day, as often disappears the false afterglow before a November sky and wind.
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