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As they were issuing from the wood they heard the sound of galloping hoofs, and had barely time to hide themselves before Madison Clay, on the stolen horse of Judge Boompointer, swept past them with his kinsman. Salomy Jane turned to her lover.
As the thief, who is still at large, would find it difficult to dispose of so valuable an animal without detection, the chances are against either of them turning up again." Salomy Jane watched the cavalcade until it had disappeared. Then she became aware that her brief popularity had passed. Mrs.
"I reckon you heard about the straight thing, then," said Salomy Jane unconcernedly, without looking round. "What do you kalkilate Rube will say to it? What are you goin' to tell HIM?" said Mr. Clay sarcastically. "Rube," or Reuben Waters, was a swain supposed to be favored particularly by Mr. Clay. Salomy Jane looked up.
Two pines near the door, solitary pickets of the serried ranks of distant forest, cast long shadows like paths to the cottage, and sighed their spiced breath in the windows. For there was no frivolity of vine or flower round Salomy Jane's bower. The clearing was too recent, the life too practical for vanities like these.
"I won't! I'd like to see you shake me; ha! ha!" Here the angry figures became plastic and tilted at each other menacingly; the woman seized something and threw it; there was a crash. Aunt Salomy choked placidly over her cracker crumbs. Mrs. Kobbe gazed with faithful interest.
He turned down the Artichoke road and went straight to Uncle Coffin's. "I've come to take you and Aunt Salomy to the show," I said, lifted out and knocked hither and thither by my friend in his tender ecstasy. "Cruisin' out on the high seas without no rudder, you you young spark, you!" he cried delightedly.
That 's what I want to know," sending a thrill of close human fellowship down my back. "Didn't ye reckon as Salomy and me 'ud miss ye, dodrabbit ye! you young lawn-tennis shu's, you!" I glanced down at my feet. They were covered with a thick crust of buttermilk and meal.
But though the sting of her father's reproach was spared her, Salomy Jane had no need of the letter to know what had happened. For as she entered the woods in the dim light of that morning she saw the figure of Dart gliding from the shadow of a pine towards her. The unaffected cry of joy that rose from her lips died there as she caught sight of his face in the open light.
Nevertheless, that night, after her father had gone to bed, Salomy Jane sat by the open window of the sitting-room in an apparent attitude of languid contemplation, but alert and intent of eye and ear. It was a fine moonlit night.
An' Mulligan's an Irishman an' mean say, he's the meanest mutt you ever see. A Jew's mean, so's a Chink, but a mean Harp's got 'em both skinned 'way to 'Frisco an' back again! Why, Mulligan's that mean he wouldn't cough up a nickel to see the Statue o' Liberty do a Salomy dance in d' bay. So when the mazuma's shy Hermy worries some " "Don't you help her?" demanded Mr. Ravenslee.
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