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Updated: May 8, 2025
"You can keep the wheat if you're not satisfied, but when you try the other plan the margin that may vanish at any moment is the danger. I suppose Gregory has still been selling the Range wheat, Winifred?" "I believe we have sent on every bushel." Sproatly exchanged a significant glance with Hastings, whose face once more grew thoughtful.
Afterwards she went back twice a week to make sure that Sproatly, in whom she had no confidence, was discharging his duties satisfactorily. With baskets of dainties for the invalid she had driven over one afternoon, when Hawtrey, whose bones were knitting well, lay talking to another man in his little sleeping-room.
"There's a Swede down at Branker's wants a bottle that will limber up a wooden leg," he said. Sproatly grinned, and waved his hands to them before he turned to Winifred. "We have to get through before dark, if possible, or I'd stop and sell them something sure," he said. "Parts of the trail further on are simply horrible."
Hastings. "Do you ever remember our buying any tonics or pictures from you?" "I don't, though I have felt that you ought to have done it." Sproatly, who paused a moment, turned towards Agatha with a little whimsical bow. "The professional badinage of an unlicensed dealer in patent medicines may now and then mercifully cover a good deal of embarrassment.
Hastings let the matter drop, and they went back rather silently to the hotel, while as soon as supper was over she bade Sproatly get their waggon out and drove away with Agatha.
"They generally have the stove lighted in the little room along the corridor. Go and see, Jim." Sproatly went out, and, as it happened, he was wearing gum-boots, which make very little noise. He proceeded along a dark corridor, and then stopped abruptly when he had almost reached a partly-open door, for he could see into a lighted room.
"When the first shock had passed, there was an almost horrible satisfaction in feeling that he had released me at any cost. I suppose I shall always be ashamed of that." She broke off a moment, and her voice was very steady when she went on again: "Still, what Sproatly says does not alter the case so much after all. It can't free me of my responsibility.
Miss Ismay has brought something pleasantly characteristic of the Old Country along with her." His hostess disregarded the last remark. "Then if you didn't expect to sell us anything, what did you come for?" "For supper," answered Sproatly cheerfully. "Besides that, to take Miss Rawlinson out for a drive. I told her last night it would afford me considerable pleasure to show her the prairie.
She drove home next day, and on the following morning a man who was driving in to Lander's brought Mrs. Hastings a note from Sproatly. It was very brief, and ran: "Gregory arrived same night by Pacific train. It is evident he must have got off at the next station down the line." Mrs. Hastings showed it to her husband. "I'm afraid we have been too hasty. What am I to do with this?" she said.
The room was scantily furnished, and, though very few of the bachelor farmers in that country live luxuriously, she fancied that Sproatly, who had evidently very rudimentary ideas on the subject of house-cleaning, had not brought back all the sundries he had thrown out into the snow. It contained a table, a carpenter's bench, and a couple of chairs.
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