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Schoville ecstasized over it in terms so immeasurable, so unqualifiable, that Jacob Welse, standing near, bent a glittering gaze upon her plump white throat and unconsciously clutched and closed his hand on an invisible windpipe.
Schoville, or chum with Frona? Don't you see? Will you escort her, in daylight, down the public street?" "Will you?" Vance demanded. "Ay," the colonel replied, unhesitatingly, "and with pleasure." "And so will I; but " He paused and gazed gloomily into the fire. "But see how she is going on with St. Vincent. As thick as thieves they are, and always together." "Puzzles me," Trethaway admitted.
Vincent told of the great whirlpool in the Box Canyon, of the terrible corkscrew in the mane of the White Horse Rapids, and of his cowardly comrade, who, walking around, had left him to go through alone nine years before when the Yukon was virgin. Half an hour later Mrs. Schoville bustled in, with Corliss in her wake. "That hill! The last of my breath!" she gasped, pulling off her mittens.
The last I saw of her she was playing solitaire in the Mission of Irkutsky and stubbornly refusing to take a bath." "Oh, mercy! It's ten o'clock!" Mrs. Schoville suddenly cried, her husband having at last caught her eye from across the room. "I'm so sorry I can't hear the rest, Mr. St. Vincent, how you escaped and all that. But you must come and see me. I am just dying to hear!"
By the bones of Pharaoh and the blood of Judas, for instance, are fairly efficacious with a string of huskies; but the best of my dog-driving nomenclature, more's the pity, women cannot stand. I promise you, however, in spite of hell and high water " "Oh! Oh!" Mrs. Schoville screamed, thrusting her fingers into her ears.
After his arrival, a couple of weeks were consumed in buying a cabin, presenting his letters of introduction, and settling down. But all things come in the fulness of time, and so, one night after the river closed, he pointed his moccasins in the direction of Jacob Welse's house. Mrs. Schoville, the Gold Commissioner's wife, gave him the honor of her company. Corliss wanted to rub his eyes.
"But were there no Russians?" Mrs. Schoville asked. "Russians? Among the Chow Chuen?" He laughed his amusement. "Geographically, they are within the White Tsar's domain; but politically, no. I doubt if they ever heard of him. Remember, the interior of North-Eastern Siberia is hidden in the polar gloom, a terra incognita, where few men have gone and none has returned." "But you "
I crossed the Straits in good order, but came to grief in Eastern Siberia all because of Tamerlane is the excuse I have grown accustomed to making." "A Ulysses!" Mrs. Schoville clapped her hands and joined them. "A modern Ulysses! How romantic!" "But not an Othello," Frona replied. "His tongue is a sluggard.
Once, Corliss, listening to an extravagant panegyric bursting from the lips of Mrs. Schoville, permitted himself the luxury of an incredulous smile; but the quick wave of color in Frona's face, and the gathering of the brows, warned him. At another time he was unwise enough and angry enough to refer to the Opera House broil.
"An' did ye niver hear tell iv the time Dave an' me got drunk on condensed milk?" "Oh! Horrors!" cried Mrs. Schoville. "But how? Do tell us." "'Twas durin' the time iv the candle famine at Forty Mile. Cold snap on, an' Dave slides into me shack to pass the time o' day, and glues his eyes on me case iv condensed milk.
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