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Aaron Sisson blinked, trying to see who addressed him. To him, they were all illusory. He did not answer. "Anything you wanted?" repeated Robert, military, rather peremptory. Jim suddenly doubled himself up and burst into a loud harsh cackle of laughter. Whoop! he went, and doubled himself up with laughter. Whoop! Whoop! he went, and fell on the ground and writhed with laughter.
"Yes, I'm all right." Then he dropped his head again and seemed oblivious. "Tell us your name," said Jim affectionately. The stranger looked up. "My name's Aaron Sisson, if it's anything to you," he said. Jim began to grin. "It's a name I don't know," he said. Then he named all the party present.
The beautiful Sisson meadows at the base of Mount Shasta were a favorite halfway resting place, where the weary cattle were turned out for a few days to gather strength for better climates, and it was curious to hear those perpetual pioneers comparing notes and seeking information around the campfires. "Where are you from?" some Oregonian would ask. "The Joaquin." "It's dry there, ain't it?"
Awfully boring! Don't be silly all the time, Jim, or we must go home." Jim looked at her with narrowed eyes. He hated her voice. She let her eye rest on his for a moment. Then she put her cigarette to her lips. Robert was watching them both. Josephine took her cigarette from her lips again. "Tell us about yourself, Mr. Sisson," she said. "How do you like being in London?"
It is a good one and they know it much better than they would make for themselves, probably. But for that reason it is so very bad." The little oriental laughed a queer, sniggering laugh. His eyes were very bright, dilated, completely black. He was looking into the ice-blue, pointed eyes of Aaron Sisson. They were both intoxicated but grimly so. They looked at each other in elemental difference.
The wife wept silently, and the child joined in. "Yes, I know him," said the doctor. "If he thinks he will be happier when he's gone away, you must be happier too, Mrs. Sisson. That's all. Don't let him triumph over you by making you miserable. You enjoy yourself as well. You're only a girl "
You've left your dinner so long, you might as well do it now before you have it," came a woman's plangent voice, out of the brilliant light of the middle room. Aaron Sisson had taken off his coat and waistcoat and his cap. He stood bare-headed in his shirt and braces, contemplating the tree. "What am I to put it in?" he queried. He picked up the tree, and held it erect by the topmost twig.
Beyond the screen made by the bookshelves and the piano were two beds, with washstand by one of the large windows, the one through which Lilly had climbed. The policeman looked round curiously. "More cosy here than in the lock-up, sir!" he said. Lilly laughed. He was hastily clearing the sofa. "Sit on the sofa, Sisson," he said. The policeman lowered his charge, with a "Right we are, then!"
The storm lasted about a week, but before it was ended Sisson became alarmed and sent up the guide with animals to see what had become of me and recover the camp outfit.
We occasionally had beef, when Sisson, or some near neighbor ten miles off, "killed a critter" and distributed it around; excellent mountain-mutton, flavorous as the Welsh, was not lacking in its turn; but the great stand-by of our table was venison, roast, broiled, made into pasties, treated with every variety of preparation save an oil-soak in the pagan frying-pan of the country.
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