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Updated: July 16, 2025
"Still, I do not care to trouble mine in that direction. One must stand alone now and then, and things have not been going well with me lately. I had another blow to-day. I asked Miss Townshead to marry me and she would not." Alice Deringham said nothing for a space, and then her voice was different. There was no shade of expression in it. "And you are going back to look for the silver tomorrow?
"It's yours, sir," he said, "I'll take your cheque, or you can fill this contract in if you're bidding for the smaller lots." Nellie Townshead grew white in face as she glanced towards her father. Townshead stood still, gripping the back of his chair. "We are homeless now," he said.
"I know where you can go," said Alton grimly, "and that's right away to the devil." Seaforth laughed a little. "And that's the woman's work. It's a pity Harry can't distinguish between paste and diamonds," said he. It happened about this time that Miss Townshead sat in an attitude of expectancy in her father's house.
The hired man, seeing no prospect of receiving his wages, had departed after a stormy interview, and shortly after his son followed him. Townshead discovered that sawing wood was especially unsuited to his constitution. Then the girl increased the draught a little and endeavoured to repress a shiver.
As it happened Alton, who, though Miss Townshead did not know this, lived in the room adjoining his office, was busy about the stove just then.
Are not Abana and Pharfar better than all the waters of Israel?" "Apposite!" said Townshead. "You apparently read the Scriptures?" "Sometimes," said Alton simply. "They get hold of me. Those old fellows went right down to the bed rock of human nature back there in Palestine, and it strikes me there's no great difference in that between now and then."
The blast that came in with them set the lamp flickering, and sent a chill through the girl, but she rose with a smile when rancher Alton stood, a shapeless figure, with the moisture on his bronzed face, beside the stove. "Take those things through into the kitchen, Charley," he said. "I think we've got them all, Miss Townshead. I hope, sir, you are feeling pretty well."
Her thoughts were, however, of small importance to him, and he hastened fuming with impatience towards the stables. It was some time later when Nellie Townshead stood by a window of her father's ranch. Jean-clad stock breeders and axemen hung about the clearing, and a little knot of men from the cities stood apart from them.
'Will relocate the silver claim as soon as prospecting is possible. Alton cannot take action. He means he's got him in a vise." Miss Holder crossed the landing and tapped at the door of the adjoining room, while Nellie Townshead walked to the window and looked down on the city.
Townshead glanced at her reproachfully. "Either one or the other would be equally distasteful to me," he said. The girl sighed, and turned away to thrust a few small billets into the stove. She chose them carefully, for the big box whose ugliness she had hidden by a strip of cheap printed cotton was almost empty.
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