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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Do what your heart prompts you, Sylvia," said Miss Symes. Sylvia immediately pushed her hand under Betty's pillow, and, taking up the lost packet, took one of the girl's little, feverish hands and closed her fingers round the brown-paper parcel. "It is found, Bettina! it is found!" said Sylvia. "Here it is. You need not fret any more." "What! what!" said Betty.
He assured himself that all would be forgotten and forgiven in the ultimate success of the enterprise and so great was his faith in it and its efficient management that his own money paid for the pamphlets and the half-page newspaper advertisements which told the world of the Homeseekers' Excursion to the great Symes Irrigation Project where the desert was blooming like the rose.
Miss Symes came in and found Fanny crying, and did her best to comfort the girl. "What is wrong, dear?" she said. "Oh, don't don't ask me!" said poor Fanny. "You are fretting about your father, darling." "It's not that," said Fanny; "and I can't ever tell you, dear St. Cecilia. Oh, please, leave me! Oh, oh, I am unhappy!"
Fanny and Sibyl both turned away, neither of them saying a word to the other. They had scarcely done so before Miss Symes came in, her face flushed with excitement, and accompanied by the twins. "My dear girls, where have you been?" said Mrs. Haddo. "With Mrs. Miles," said Sylvia. "I cannot blame you, under the circumstances, although you have broken a rule. My dears, thank God for His mercies.
Nor had banks of shale adapted to the making of a perfect brick appealed to its jaded palate. But Symes was never at a loss for something to promote, for there was always a nebula of schemes vaguely present in his prolific brain. Irrigation was the opportunity of the moment and he meant to grab it with a strangle hold. He had been dilatory but now he intended to get down to business.
Champagne was the standard by which Crowheart gauged the success of an entertainment and certainly Andy P. Symes was not the man to serve sarsaparilla at his own wedding. When Dr. Harpe came downstairs she found the long dining-room cleared of its tables and already well filled with guests.
Symes was recommending one of them to me only the other day. With certificates from the High School I seem to remember her saying." "But that's not what I want," said Betty with a courage that surprised her as much as it surprised him. "Don't you see, Father? One gets older every day, and presently I shall be quite old, and I shan't have been anywhere or seen anything."
"I've been over the ground and I know. There'll be a tunnel, lots of rock-work, blasting, and, in consequence, accidents." "That would be my chief objection to giving you the contract." "What do you mean?" His smile was ironical as he answered "You are not a surgeon." "Hell! I can plaster 'em up somehow." Symes stared.
"We begged of her to be Mrs. Haddo, but she wouldn't," said Sibyl. "Come, Betty," said Miss Symes. She took the girl's hand and led her away. "What do you want with me?" said Betty. The brilliance in her eyes which had been so remarkable a few minutes ago had now faded; her cheeks looked pale; her small face wore a hungry expression. "Mrs. Haddo wants to see you, Betty." "Oh but must I go?"
"Not a carload but a trainload!" said Symes jubilantly to the editor of the Crowheart Courier, and Sylvester dashed off a double leaded plea to the first families of Crowheart to "throw open their homes" and do their utmost to make the strangers feel that they would be received upon terms of equality and find a welcome in their midst. Crowheart's citizens responded magnificently to the appeal.
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