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Rachel came out, beaming with smiles; and in a short time Pat Sperry appeared, followed by another person whom I was truly glad to see Gideon Tuttle. The latter had joined Uncle Jeff some days before. Although desperately wounded, he had managed to make his escape, and had lain in hiding in the mountains for several days, till he had recovered sufficient strength to travel.
Some twenty feet in front and toward one corner of the house grew a large old apple tree, its leaves and pink-nosed buds just beginning to make themselves manifest, and underneath it were some piles of wood. It was the only position that offered cover. Tuttle asked Mead to station himself there, where he could command one end of the house, a view toward the rear, and the whole front.
So his name failed to be publicly broached in connection with the shooting, though his influence over Miss Tuttle could not be forgotten, suggesting to some that she had acted as his hand in the deed which robbed him of an undesirable wife. But this I would not believe.
Miss Sally Wooster herself was drawn from the house by the fusillade. With Comanche-like whoops, a horseman came dashing madly toward the men, brandishing two huge revolvers as he rode. "Skete, and drunk in the morning," said Tuttle. A moment later the rider scattered the population as he rode his weltering pony through the group.
After that, having studied herself gravely in a long glass, she took from one of the drawers of her dressing-table a black leather card-case cornered in silver filigree, but found it empty. She opened another drawer wherein were two white pasteboard boxes of cards, the one set showing simply "Miss Adams," the other engraved in Gothic characters, "Miss Alys Tuttle Adams."
There rose a groan, however, when it was seen that roly-poly Chub Tuttle was the next sticker. Tuttle justified the hopeless ones by popping a dinky little fly into Sanger's hands. "It's all off! It's all over!" crowed Copley, tossing the catching mask spinning aside. "You've only got to get three more, cap. The way you're pitching, it'll be like picking ripe fruit."
Candidly, he was attempting to convey the impression that I had taken a drop too much. The other regarded me intently. "Pickled," he said. "Always affects him that way," said Cousin Egbert. "He's got no head for it." "Beg pardon, sir," I said, wishing to explain, but this I was not let to do. "Don't start anything like that here," broke in the Tuttle person, "the police wouldn't stand for it.
Miss Tuttle, who had changed greatly during this unhappy day and night, succeeded no better than before in getting access to her sister, nor could Loretta gain the least word from her mistress till toward the latter part of the afternoon, when that lady, ringing her bell, gave her first order.
Then she calls up to Mabel Tuttle, 'I should think you'd be afraid of meddlin' with them ottermobiles, your time of life." Mr. Tinneray choked over his own rendition of this audacity, but his wife sniffed hopelessly. "They ain't got no gramophone her, with that face and hat? Cronney don't make nothing; they two could live on what that Blue Silk Quilt feeds that stinkin' parrot." But Mr.
Even the man who confided to me the contretemps in the hotel parlor could not be sure what underlay Mr. Jeffrey's warm advocacy of the woman he had elected to marry. He could not even be certain that he had really understood the feeling shown by Cora Tuttle when she heard the man, who had once lavished attentions on her, express in this public manner a preference for her sister.
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