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The money fell due the winter of the Big Snow, when all the trails were forty feet under drifts, and Roeder was away in San Francisco selling his cattle. At the set time Connor took the law by the forelock and was adjudged possession of the field. Eighteen days later Roeder arrived on snowshoes, both feet frozen, and the money in his pack.
"How do men learn to dance when they are up a gulch?" "I ken dance," he said stubbornly. He was mortified at her chaffing. "Then you may have the second waltz," she said, in quick contrition. "Now you other gentlemen have been dancing any number of times these last fifteen years. But Mr. Roeder is just back from a hard campaign, a campaign against fate. My second waltz is his.
She was a little dull, and had been conscious all the morning of that peculiar physical depression which marks the beginning of a fit of homesickness. "The wind gits a fine sweep," said Roeder, after having obtained the permission he desired. "Now in the gulch we either had a dead stagnation, or else the wind was tearin' up and down like a wild beast."
"I'll cure myself of it! Jest give me a chance." This was a little more personal than Kate approved of, and she raised her parasol to conceal her annoyance. It was a brilliant little fluff of a thing which looked as if it were made of butterflies' wings. Roeder touched it with awe. "You have sech beautiful things," he said. "I didn't know women wore sech nice things.
"I'm going t' ride down with you," he said. The major looked nonplussed. Kate got in and the major followed. "Come," she said to Roeder. He sat opposite and looked at her as if he would fasten her image on his mind. "You remember," he said after a time, "that I told you I used t' dream of sittin' on the veranda of th' hotel and havin' nothin' t' do?" "Yes." "Well, I don't think I care fur it.
But grief comes to the palace as well as to the garret, and why or wherefore no one knew, but somehow the Baron de Roeder must have incurred the vengeance of the terrible Chauffeurs; for not many months ago, as madame was going to see her relations in Alsace, she was stabbed dead as she lay in bed at some hotel on the road. Had I not seen it in the Gazette? Had I not heard?
As they were no longer guarded as closely as before, many succeeded in escaping. Captain Roeder was one of them; Yelin was offered aid to flee, but he remained because he had given his word of honor to remain. But most of these favors came too late, only one tenth were left that could be saved, the others had succumbed to their sufferings or died from typhus. A pestilential odor filled Wilna.
'See! said the landlord. 'This lady came last night by the diligence with her maid. Doubtless, a great lady, for she must have a private sitting-room 'She was Madame the Baroness de Roeder, said the French maid. 'And was difficult to please in the matter of supper, and a sleeping-room. She went to bed well, though fatigued. Her maid left her
I told all this to Amante, and we began to fear that if M. de la Tourelle, or Lefebvre, or any of the gang at Les Rochers, had seen these placards, they would know that the poor lady stabbed by the former was the Baroness de Roeder, and that they would set forth again in search of me. This fresh apprehension told on my health and impeded my recovery.
But grief comes to the palace as well as to the garret, and why or wherefore no one knew, but somehow the Baron de Roeder must have incurred the vengeance of the terrible Chauffeurs; for not many months ago, as madame was going to see her relations in Alsace, she was stabbed dead as she lay in bed at some hotel on the road. Had I not seen it in the Gazette? Had I not heard?
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