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Updated: May 7, 2025
"I'll try," the girl promised. "But I don't forget easily." Laughing Bill's rejection of Ponatah's offer of marriage did not in the least affect their friendly relations. She continued to visit the cabin, and not infrequently she reverted to the forbidden topic, only to meet with discouragement. Doctor Thomas had opened an office, of course, but business was light and expenses heavy.
Now get me: the claim turns out good, and Ponatah's heavenly pilot makes a Mexican divvy he takes the money and gives her his best wishes. He grabs everything, and says he never knew nobody by the name of Ponatah he gets so he can't even pronounce it. He allows her face is familiar, but he can't place her, and the partnership idea allus was repugnant to him.
For instance, she was embarrassingly direct and straightforward; she entirely lacked hypocrisy, and that which puzzled or troubled her she boldly put into words. There came a time when Bill discovered that Ponatah's eyes, when they looked at him, were more than friendly, that most of the services she performed were aimed at him. Then one day she asked him to marry her.
"Well, Ponatah's Swede friend gets himself froze, somehow, so she has to pass the buck. Naturally, she turns to her pals, the missionaries. There's a he-missionary here head mug of the whole gang. He's a godly walloper, and he tears into Satan bare-handed every Sunday.
Ponatah's face was suddenly eager. "Children? Oh yes! I'd work my fingers to the bone. I I'd do anything " "Then I'll do what I can." For some time longer the three of them talked, and gradually into the native girl's eyes there came a light, for these men were not like the others she had met, and she saw the world begin to unfold before her.
"Ain't you got nothing better to think about than me?" he asked, with a smile. "Well, the psalm-shouter let me out jerked the piller-slip from under me, you might say and turned me adrift. He's got a high-chested, low-browed Swede in my place. It takes a guy with hair down to his eyebrows to be a buck chamber-maid." "The old rascal!" Ponatah's face darkened with anger.
The girl spoke in a flat, emotionless tone. "It must be tough to come back to this, now that you know what life really is," said Thomas, after a time. Ponatah's eyes were dark with tragedy when she turned them to the speaker. "God!" she cried, unexpectedly, then abruptly she faced the window once more.
She took pride in discharging her obligations; she did not forget the men who had made this wonder possible. They had rented a little cabin, and, after the fashion of men, they make slipshod efforts at keeping house. Since it was Ponatah's nature to serve, she found time somehow to keep the place tidy and to see to their comfort.
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