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Acantow was nearly insensible for a time then he felt the touch of the Rosebud's hand on his cheek, and together they arose and looked about them. A huge block of riven granite lay in the canon, dripping blood. Their enemies were not to be seen. "The trail is gone," said Acantow. "Manitou has broken it, that the Arapahoes may never cross it more. He would not allow them to take you.
She saw before her in the dim starlight the most delightful picture of a squaw. Rosebud's wealth of golden hair was hidden beneath the folds of the colored blanket, and only her fair white face with its dazzling eyes, bright now with excitement, shone out and destroyed the illusion. "You are much beautiful," the Indian declared in amazement.
Paul laughed, but did not change his position. Sylvia indeed blushed and raised her head, but Paul still held her with his uninjured arm, defying Mr. Pash and all the world. "I am gathering rosebuds while I may, Mr. Pash," said he, misquoting Herrick's charming line. "You have plucked a very pretty one," grinned the monkey; "but may I request the rosebud's attention?"
"Is Tim goin' to the Rosebud's picnic?" "Yes, and Dan's goin' too, and Dan wants me to bring you," went on one of the domestics, and then the talk drifted into a channel which was of no further interest to Adam Adams. He rightfully surmised that John Watkins was not home and was somewhat puzzled to decide what he should do next.
They have only four years of it, being sent off to market at the end of that time. Then a line is drawn through the "Beauty's third," or "Rosebud's fourth," which has designated their individuality in the stock-book; and the price they have fetched is entered opposite. The various mobs are known by the names of the old cows that lead them. Thus, we speak of "White Star's mob," or "Redspot's mob."
"Howsum, I guess I'm goin' to look around for this feller. Y' see Rosebud's li'ble to like him. Mebbe he ain't well heeled for dollars, an' she's that tender-hearted she might I've got his pictur'. Mebbe I'll show it around eh, what's up?" Seth inquired in his blandest tone. Nevil suddenly sat up and there was a desperate look in his eyes.
But these things were hardly noticeable. The change in Rosebud's aunt was far more pronounced. She had taken to herself something of the atmosphere of the plains-folk in the few weeks of her stay at the farm. And the subtle change had improved her. Rube was mending fast, and the two older women now spent all their spare time in his company. Ma looked up from her work.
You jest ought to fix up wi' some high soundin' feller " "Seth, mind your own business!" Rosebud's exasperation broke all bounds. If a look could have withered him Seth would have shriveled to bare bones. The next moment the girl's lips trembled and two big tears rolled slowly down her cheeks. She urged her horse ahead of her companion and kept that lead until they had crossed the bridge.
He was a farmer from Oklahoma, and instead of speaking, he felt in his pockets and held up, with a rather sheepish smile, a rabbit's foot which he had brought with him. Press agents stood by, waiting for the outcome. Daily newspapers printed the official list of the winners as the numbers came out, and all over the United States people waited for the announcement of the Rosebud's Lucky Numbers.
I could not remember having ever pronounced the word like that before. I didn't feel equal, then and there, to offering them any explanation or apologies for the offense. So I simply answered: "No; are they very good? are they as good as 'Little Rosebud's Lovers'?" "No, it ain't," said Mrs.
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