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Miss Satterly tuned her guitar in minor and went out and sat upon the shady doorstep and waited frankly, strumming plaintive little airs while she watched the trail. At half-past five Miss Satterly had looked at her watch seventeen times during the interval a tiny cloud of dust rose over the brow of the hill, and her heart danced in her chest until she could scarce breathe.
Once he broke away from Miss Forsyth and went and asked Miss Satterly for the next waltz; but she opened her big eyes at him and assured him politely that she was engaged. He tried for a quadrille, a two-step, a schottische even for a polka, which she knew he hated; but the schoolma'am was, apparently, the most engaged young woman in Dry Lake that night.
I'm glad if he has gotten quite away from he's such a dear fellow! Even if he did but I never believed it, you know. If only he had trusted me, and stayed to face But he went without telling me goodbye, even, and we But he was afraid, you see " Miss Satterly also glanced across to where Weary stood gloomily alone, his hands thrust into his pockets. "I really can't imagine Mr.
Before he realized it, Miss Satterly had somehow managed to worm from him a promise, and after that nothing mattered. The Wax-works, the tree, the whole entertainment dissolved into a blurred background, against which he was to stand with Annie Pilgreen, for the amusement of his neighbors, who would stamp their feet and shout derisive things at him.
"Anyway, yuh better talk to Glory about it. He appears to be running this show. When I rode out to your place, I didn't have any bit in his mouth at all. Coming back, I've got one of Joe Meeker's teething rings, that wouldn't hold a pet turkey. But we're going to the dance, Miss Satterly. Don't you worry none about that." Miss Satterly laughed and rode ahead of them.
Miss Satterly seemed about to speak, but she changed her mind and gazed at the coulee-rim. "It's hard to get away, these days," Weary went on explaining. "I wanted to come before the dance, but we were gathering some stuff out the other way, and I couldn't. The Old Man is shipping, yuh see; we're holding a bunch right now, waiting for cars.
"It's awful hot, Schoolma'am; if I were you I'd wait a while till the sun lets up a little." To his unbounded surprise, Miss Satterly calmly sat down upon the doorstep. Weary promptly slid out of the saddle and sat down beside her, thankful that the step was not a wide one. "You've been unmercifully hard to locate since the dance," he complained.
Weary turned his head and looked straight up at her. "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint yuh, Miss Satterly," he said blandly. "I'm just an ordinary human, and my name is Davidson better known as Weary. You don't appear to remember me. We've met before." She eyed him attentively. "Perhaps we have it you say so. I'm wretched about remembering strange names and faces. Was it at a dance?
He swung along beside her till they reached the top of the hill, fell behind without a word and mounted Glory. When he overtook Miss Satterly, he lifted his hat to her nonchalantly, touched up Glory with his spurs, and clattered away down the coulee, leaving the schoolma'am in a haze of yellow dust and bewilderment far in the rear.
Miss Satterly raised both hands with a very feminine gesture and patted her hair tentatively, tucking in a stray lock here and there. Her hands dropped heavily to her lap, just as the blood dropped away from her cheeks and the happy glow dulled in her eyes. It was not Weary. It was the Swede who worked for Jim Adams and who rode a sorrel horse which, at a distance, resembled Glory.
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