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Updated: June 3, 2025
Sitting on the edge of the bed she thought for a few minutes and then suddenly buried her face in the pillow and again heaved with laughter. Down the road plodded Margaret and Wesley Sinton. Neither of them had words to utter their united thought. "Done!" hissed Wesley at last. "Done brown! Did you ever feel like a bloomin', confounded donkey? How did the woman do it?"
You'd find it worth your while to go, sir." Had Edward Sinton advised Mr Moxton to go and rent an office in the moon, he could scarcely have surprised that staid gentleman more than he did by this suggestion. The lawyer gazed at him for one moment in amazement. Then he said "These papers are of value, young man: be careful of them. Good-morning " and sat down at his desk to write.
"Are grizzly-bears eaten here?" inquired Ned Sinton, pausing in the act of mastication, to ask the question. "Eaten!" exclaimed the hunter, in surprise, "in coorse they is. They're uncommon good eatin' too, I guess. Many a one I've killed an' eaten myself; an' I like 'em better than beef I do.
Wesley Sinton gave a smothered sob, and strode from the room. Mrs. Comstock started toward the door, dragging at Billy while Elnora pulled back, but Mrs. Sinton was before them, her eyes flashing. "Kate Comstock, you think you are mighty smart, don't you?" she cried. "I ain't in the lunatic asylum, where you belong, anyway," said Mrs. Comstock.
So the three friends pushed forward to the City Hotel to make inquiries after Tom Collins. "Mr Collins?" said the waiter, bowing to Sinton "he's gone, sir, about a week ago." "Gone!" exclaimed Ned, turning pale. "Yes, sir; gone down to San Francisco. He saw some advertisement or other in the newspaper, and started off by the next steamer." Ned's heart beat freely again. "Was he well when he left?"
Then began the anxious process of trying to keep cooked food warm and not spoil it. The birds went to bed and dusk came. Mrs. Comstock gave up the fire and set the supper on the table. Then she went out and sat on the front-door step watching night creep around her. She started eagerly as the gate creaked, but it was only Wesley Sinton coming.
Yes, the cat sits there, looking neither at old Mr Shirley nor at young Mr Sinton, but bestowing its undivided attentions and affections on the fire, which it enjoys extremely, if we may judge from the placid manner in which it winks and purrs.
They wandered on in silence till they reached they scarce knew how or why the centre plaza of the town. "It's of no use giving way to it," said Ned Sinton, at last, making a mighty effort to recover: "we must face our reverses like men; and, after all, it might have been worse. We might have lost our lives as well as our gold, so we ought to be thankful instead of depressed."
"How did he happen to do that, Elnora?" interrupted Sinton. Elnora blushed. "It was a fool mistake I made yesterday in thinking books were just handed out to one. There was a teachers' meeting last night and the history teacher told about that. Professor Henley thought of me. You know I told you what he said about my algebra, mother. Ain't I glad I studied out some of it myself this summer!
In a few minutes he resumed, "Well, but what do you mean by enjoying life?" Ned Sinton pondered the question a few seconds, and then replied
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