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"Durn old fool," he muttered to himself as he passed out of the room. In the hallway Mrs. Gwynne's kindly welcome halted him. She greeted him as she would a friend. Would he not sit down for a few moments. No, he was busy. Mr. Sleighter was quite determined to get away from her presence. "The children were delighted with your description of your western home," she said.
Sleighter says. Though Mrs. Gwynne says there's not any room, they're so filled up now. And I said Larry could come here and Joe, too. But I am not so sure about Sam. I think he must be awfully queer. Mr. Gwynne thinks he's queer." "It is quite possible, indeed probable, my dear," assented her father. "Yes, Mr. Gwynne said he looked like a third-rate how-do-you-feel performer." "A what, exactly?"
"Two miles," exclaimed the mother aghast. "Oh, that's nothin'. They ride, of course. But we ain't got much of a master now. He's rather you know." Mr. Sleighter significantly tipped up with his little finger and winked toward Mr. Gwynne. "But you love that country," she said. "Yes, I love it and I hated to leave it. But the missis never liked it. She was city born and bred.
I am engaged." "Oh, I beg your pardon, I didn't know any one was here. I merely wanted " Mr. Sleighter glanced over his shoulder. "Mr. Sleighter," said Mr. Gwynne. "My wife." It was not his tone, however, that brought Mr. Sleighter hurriedly to his feet with his hat in his hand. It was something in the bearing of the little lady standing behind him. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
Sleighter paid the strictest attention and joined in the prayers with every sign of reverence. At the close he stood awkwardly shifting from one foot to another. "Well, I'll be goin'," he said. "Don't know how you roped me in for this here visit, ma'am.
"None of your pin-head two-by-four shysters that you see here in the East," exclaimed Mr. Sleighter. "I mean some folks, of course," he explained in some confusion. "And the children, did they like it?" inquired Mrs. Gwynne. "You bet they did. Why, they was all over the hull prairie, all day and all night, too, mostly on ponies you know." "Ponies!" exclaimed Larry. "Did they have ponies?
Sleighter, pushing back his chair and beginning to rock on its hind legs, picking his teeth with his pen knife, to the staring horror of the little girls.
"What's land worth about here?" "Oh, somewhere about a hundred." "A hundred dollars an acre!" exclaimed Mr. Sleighter. "Don't try to put anything over on me. Personally I admire your generous, kindly nature, but as a financial adviser you don't shine. I guess I won't bother about that farm anyway." Mr. Sleighter's question awakened earnest thought in Mr.
"The free life, the beautiful hills, the mountains in the distance it must indeed be a lovely country." Mr. Sleighter was taken off his guard. "Yes, ma'am, that's lovely country all right. They'd like it fine out there, and healthy too. It would make a man of that little kid of yours. He looks a little on the weak side to me. A few months in the open and you wouldn't know him. The girls too "
I hope you are well," he said, bowing elaborately before her. "Thank you very much, I am quite well. I have heard a great deal about you, Mr. Sleighter. I am glad to meet you." Mr. Sleighter held her hand a moment while her eyes rested quietly and kindly, if searchingly, upon his face. This was the man who had profited by her husband's loss. Was he too a highway robber? Mr.
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