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Rightbody paused, a little confused. "I have sent for you," she began again, "to learn something more of the circumstances under which you gentlemen sent a despatch to my late husband." "The circumstances," replied Seventy-Four quietly, with a side-glance at his companion, "panned out about in this yer style.
Faringway admitted to me that the sudden lowering of the temperature of the stomach by the introduction of ice " "Yes; but she took a lemon ice at the last Dorothea Reception, and asked me if I had observed that the lower animals refused their food at a temperature over 60 degrees." Mr. Rightbody again moved impatiently towards the door. Mrs. Rightbody eyed him curiously.
Nor was he less so. It was but a few days ago that he had accepted the charge of this young woman from the elder guide, who was the recognized escort of the Rightbody party, having been a former correspondent of her father's. He had been hired like any other guide, but had undertaken the task with that chivalrous enthusiasm which the average Californian always extends to the sex so rare to him.
So furious was the onset of the wind at the Upper Merced Canyon, that even so respectable a lady as Mrs. Rightbody was fain to cling to the neck of her guide to keep her seat in the saddle; while Miss Alice, scorning all masculine assistance, was hurled, a lovely chaos, against the snowy wall of the chasm. Mrs.
Rightbody to burst his sepulchre, he withdrew. A very timid, hesitating tap on the door was followed by the entrance of two men, both of whom, in general size, strength, and uncouthness, were ludicrously inconsistent with their diffident announcement. They proceeded in Indian file to the centre of the room, faced Mrs.
Miss Alice colored slightly. "But your quest, mother?" "I've abandoned it." "But I have not," said Alice quietly. "Do you remember my guide at the Yo Semite, Stanislaus Joe? Well, Stanislaus Joe is who do you think?" Mrs. Rightbody was languidly indifferent. "Well, Stanislaus Joe is the son of Joshua Silsbie." Mrs. Rightbody sat upright in astonishment "Yes.
"I took a nap of three hours this afternoon," said Miss Alice, with a dazzling smile, "to anticipate this dissipation. Good-night, papa. To-morrow, then." "To-morrow," repeated Mr. Rightbody, with his eyes still fixed upon the girl vaguely. "Good-night."
And perhaps it was well for the poor girl that she kept this single remembrance of him, when, I fear, in after-years, his methods, his reasoning, and indeed all he had tried to impress upon her childhood, had faded from her memory. For, when she had left, Mr. Rightbody fell again to the examination of his old letters.
Another quiet conversation in the corner, and the return of both men. "We want to say that we've no objection." Mrs. Rightbody's heart beat high. Her boldness had made her penetration good. Yet she felt she must not alarm the men heedlessly. "Will you inform me to what extent Mr. Rightbody, my late husband, was interested in her?" This time it seemed an age to Mrs.
Rightbody suspected that "something," and asked sharply, "And pray how did YOU find it out? You did not speak of it in the valley." "Oh! I didn't find it out till to-day," said Miss Alice, walking to the window. "He happened to be here, and told me." If Mrs.
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