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"I'm glad they's a West," Pinkey replied, cryptically. "You and Miss Spenceley are from the same section, I take it?" "Yep Wyomin'." "Er by the way" Wallie's tone was elaborately casual "what did she mean yesterday when she called me 'Gentle Annie'?" Pinkey moved uneasily. "Could you give me the precise significance?" persisted Wallie. "I could, but I wouldn't like to," Pinkey replied, drily
When he was not travelling he spent his time on the feudal estate he had created in Wyoming, where he had no visitors except Helene Spenceley and her brother, who came occasionally when invited. Protecting himself from invasion from the smaller cattlemen and homesteaders was in the nature of a recreation to Canby, who had various methods of ridding himself of their presence.
Wallie's mood was undoubtedly pessimistic, and, finally, he trudged up the path to bed, hoping he would awaken in a more cheerful humour which he did because he dreamed that with Helene Spenceley beside him he was burning up the road in a machine of a splendour "to put Canby's eye out." The next morning Pinkey was gone when they gathered at the breakfast table.
While he stood trying to realize his good fortune and that he was the owner of as good a pair of work-horses as ever looked through a halter, a figure that made his heart jump came swiftly forward, and with her hands in the pockets of her long motor coat, stopped in front of his team and scrutinized them closely. Helene Spenceley looked from one of the horses to the other.
Penrose interrupted, savagely. "I hope never to put in such another." "I join you in that," replied Miss Spenceley, calmly. "I've never heard any one snore so horribly I'd know your snore among a thousand." "Never mind we can adjust this matter amicably, I will change your room to-day, Miss Spenceley," Mr. Cone interposed, hastily.
He would "show" Aunt Mary he would "show" Helene Spenceley he would "show" everybody! Wallie opened his eyes one morning with the subconscious feeling that something portentous was impending though he was still too drowsy to remember it. He yawned and stretched languidly and luxuriously on a bed which was the last word in comfort, since Mr.
He kept his eyes fixed on the cattle as he rode toward Aunt Lizzie, making the best time he could, with her cayuse pulling back obstinately on the bridle, but, in any case, he could not have seen Helene Spenceley and Canby riding from the opposite direction, for they were still on the other side of a small ridge which hid them.
Helene Spenceley had left unexpectedly upon the receipt of a telegram, and it was one of Wallie's favourite speculations as to what she would say when she heard he was a neighbour something disagreeable, probably. With the solemnity which a person might feel who is planning his own funeral, Wallie arose and made a careful toilet.
"Don't overtax your brain I've heard plenty. Let's cut down the alley and in the back way of the Emporium. Oh!" He gripped his quilt in sudden panic and looked for a hiding-place. Nothing better than a telegraph pole offered. He stepped behind it as Helene Spenceley passed in Canby's roadster. "Did she see me?" "Shore she saw you. You'd oughta seen the way she looked at you."
It more often begot laughter, and his case was an instance of it. Helene Spenceley laughed at him he was sure of it and fool that he was imbecile it did not seem to make any difference. There was just one girl for him and always would be he was like that and it was a misfortune.
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