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Updated: June 5, 2025
What did it mean? Her air-castles collapsed with a thud which left her limp. She kept on toward the hotel, but her step lagged. What did she care who saw her now? Surely, she reassured herself, he was not leaving for good like this. It was certainly strange. Entering the hotel through the unlocked office door she found the night lamp still burning and Terriberry was nowhere about.
"Breakfasting at the Terriberry House was a pleasure which seemed a long way off last night," observed the Dago Duke without embarrassment. "You heard the imprisoned bird singing for his liberty? Music to soothe the savage breast of your sheriff. When I am myself I can converse in five languages; when I am drunk it is my misfortune to be able only to sing or holler.
"But," she had protested in feeble loyalty, "but I like Essie." "Of course you do," Dr. Harpe had agreed magnanimously; "so do I; she's a really beautiful girl, but you know how it is in a small town and I am telling you for your own good that you can't afford to harbor her." "I couldn't think of turning her out just when she needs a friend," Mrs. Terriberry had replied with some decision, and Dr.
Terriberry has a mania for old railroad tickets. Some are really very curious. I've often wished I had the time to be a crank. It's a happy life." "What line would you choose?" asked Bertram languidly. "Nobody has gone in for queer advertisements yet, I believe," replied the older man. "If one could take the time to follow them up -but it would mean all one's leisure."
Symes's neat speech of welcome was literally blown out of his mouth, so he contented himself with shouting a warning to "look out for his hat" in the ear of the first Homeseeker to venture from the car, and led the way to the Terriberry House. Crowheart found itself in the position of the boy at the double-ringed circus who suffers from the knowledge that there is something he must miss.
True, he had made a vague calculation which would seem to indicate that he had sufficient funds to last the trip, but it was more extended than he had anticipated and he had forgotten to deduct the amount of the checks which he had given in payment for the champagne provided in such unstinted quantities by "Hank" Terriberry.
Sylvanus Starr, the gifted editor of the Crowheart Courier, schottisched with Mrs. "Hank" Terriberry, while his no less gifted wife swayed in the arms of the local barber, and his two lovely daughters, "Pearline" and "Planchette," tripped it respectively with the "barkeep" of the White Elephant Saloon and a Minneapolis shoe-drummer.
Terriberry himself gave distinction to the gathering by appearing in a dinner jacket, borrowed from the tailor, and his pearl gray wedding trousers, preserved sentimentally by Mrs. Terriberry. Mr. Abe Tutts, in a frock coat of minstrel-like cut and plum-colored trousers of shiny diagonal cloth, claimed his share of public attention. For the sake of that peace which he had come to prize highly, Mr.
She turned to see Mrs. Terriberry, buttoned into her steel-colored bodice and obviously flustered. "Yes?" There was a trace of wonder in her voice. At the sight of the pale face the girl upturned to her, Mrs. Terriberry's courage nearly failed her in the task to which she had nerved herself.
"If I do it'll be only to see what they wear and how they act; I don't expect to enjoy myself a bit after hearin' this. I've lost interest in it." With a zest somewhat at variance with her words Mrs. Terriberry began to manipulate a pair of curling tongs which had been heating in the lamp. A sizzling sound followed and a cloud of smoke rose in the air. "There! I've burnt off my scoldin' locks."
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