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"It was the first land we ever bought, and Spencer always said it should be mine and he would build a new house on it." Captain Poindexter smiled and nodded at the picture. "Oh, he did say that, did he? Well, THAT'S evidence. But you see he never gave you the deed, and by sunrise to-morrow his creditors will attach it unless " "Unless " repeated Mrs. Tucker, with kindling eyes.
It was retouched, refined, and idealized in the highest style of that polite and diplomatic art. As Captain Poindexter looked upon the fringed hazel eyes, the drooping raven moustache, the clustering ringlets, and the Byronic full throat and turned-down collar of his friend, a smile of exhausted humorous tolerance and affectionate impatience curved his lips.
The camp was well-nigh deserted, that morning. Poindexter had gone to Santa Elena to consult his employer, and most of the workmen had preferred the convivial joys of the Mexican saloon at San Gabriel to the stillness of the cañon. Sterling had written a few letters after breakfast, and then, taking his rifle from the rack, sauntered along the little path that led from the camp to the tunnel.
He would have doubts and come at once to Montgomery. Good God! Am I proving such a traitor to my own flesh and blood that I cannot bear to think of Felix contemplating even in secret the unsuspicious form of his enemy's daughter? DEAR FELIX: A picnic on the mountains. It fell to me to escort Miss Poindexter down a dangerous slope. Yours, THOMAS. I have touched her hand!
Papa wasn't sold, but he come here the second year after surrender. "I was old enough to spin twelve cuts a day had it to do. And I could weave cloth just like they do now. "Had seven brothers and I'm the onliest girl. "I can recollect when Miss Mary Poindexter died. They said I was two. "My mistis in Arkansas was Mrs. Susan Murphy.
I shall speak, we shall speak, as gentlemen." "Go on," said Poindexter, who was beginning to be amused. "I say just now I will not purchase the rancho from the Señora. And why? Look you, Don Marco;" he reined in his horse, thrust his hand under his serape, and drew out a folded document: "this is why." With a smile, Poindexter took the paper from his hand and opened it.
"You may hear from me again," he remarked somewhat faintly as he grasped my hand, and turned away in his own direction. I had not spoken a word during the whole interview. DEAR FELIX: I do not hear from you. Are you well, or did your journey affect your health? I have no especial advance to report. John Poindexter seems greatly interested in my courtship. Sometimes he gives me very good advice.
"Knowing what Jack Poindexter does of human nature," her husband had once said, "it's mighty fine in him to be so kind and forgiving. You ought to like him better, Belle." "And qualify myself to be forgiven," said the lady pertly. "I don't see what you're driving at, Belle; I give it up," had responded the puzzled husband. Mrs.
"She does not speak of her husband, this woman," said Don José, scanning Poindexter's face. "It is possible she rejoins him, eh?" "Perhaps in one way she has never left him, Don José," said Poindexter, with grave significance. Don José's face flushed, but he returned carelessly, "And the rancho, naturally you will not buy it now?"
I go meddlin' along like an officious, absent-minded idiot, which I am, and jest when it looks like nothin' is goin' to result frum my interference but fresh heartaches fur one of the noblest souls that ever lived on this here footstool, why the firm of Providence, Pedaloski and Poindexter steps in, and bang, there you are!
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