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Harpe had surprisingly good shoulders for so slender a woman white, well rounded, and with a gentle feminine slope. That she never had been given the opportunity of showing them to Crowheart had been a matter of some regret. Her chance came when Andy P. Symes celebrated the sale of $150,000 worth of bonds by an invitation ball in the dining-room of the Terriberry House.
Terriberry, but after what had happened could she be sure even of Mrs. Terriberry? Could any inconsequential person like herself be sure of anybody if it conflicted with their interests? It seemed not. She shrank from voicing the thought, but the truth was she dared not put Mrs. Terriberry's friendship to any test.
Now my wife," suddenly remembering the existence of that lady Mr. Terriberry tiptoed to the door and endeavored to locate her "my wife," he continued in a confidential whisper, "can't take two drinks t'hout showing it. Doc," Mr. Terriberry's chin quivered as the pathos of the fact swept over him "Doc, Merta's no sport." Mr.
She laid both hands upon her heart. "I feel still and cold and sort of impersonal inside." "Oh, Essie!" "I understand perfectly, Mrs. Terriberry. You like me you like me very much, but you are one kind of a coward, and of what value is a coward's friendship or regard? I don't mean to be impertinent I'm just trying to explain how I feel.
The most conspicuous and pretentious building in Crowheart was the Terriberry House, bilious in color and Spartan in its architecture, located in the centre of Main Street on a corner.
"All right," she answered shortly, "I'll be down." "Frien' of yours?" inquired Terriberry. "Friend? No. One of those damned hoboes on the Ditch. Looks like he might have taken some other night than this." "Don't blame you 'tall, Doc. I gotta get to work and fin' Merta. If you see Merta " Mr. Terriberry suddenly realized that he was talking to himself. As Dr.
H'nest t'God, from the first minute I laid eyes on you." Mr. Terriberry reached for her fan dangling from the end of its chain and began to fan her with tender solicitude. "Come on, let's have another drink; I don't cut loose often." Her eyes and voice were reckless. "Me and you don't want to go out of here with our ropes draggin'," protested Mr. Terriberry in feeble hesitation.
That the ladies bearing these toothsome offerings had not been speaking to Essie for some months past was a small matter which they deemed best to forget. Not so Mrs. Terriberry. Mrs. Terriberry not only had Essie Tisdale's score to pay off but her own as well, and who knows but that the latter was the sharper incentive?
Then he laughed aloud when he discovered it was only a roll of banknotes he had placed there before his friend the bartender had blown out the light. But the rest were lizards, there was no doubt about that, and he would tell Terriberry in the morning what he thought of him and his hotel! They were darting over the walls and ceiling and wiggling over the floor.
Essie Tisdale pulled aside the coarse lace curtains starched to asbesteroid stiffness which draped the front windows of the upstairs parlor in the Terriberry House, and looked with growing interest at an excited and rapidly growing group on the wide sidewalk in front of the post-office.
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