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Updated: June 1, 2025
The names were all strange, and all indifferent to me, but those fine square wooden mansions, of a tasteful architecture, and a pale buff-color, withdrawing themselves in quiet reserve from the quiet street, gave me an impression of family as an actuality and a force which I had never had before, but which no Westerner can yet understand the East without taking into account.
For there was a man there an American, a rich westerner whom Clara's duty to society moved her to marry. That was Katie's indelicate deduction from Clara's delicate hints. And Katie wanted Worth. It wasn't wholly a matter of either affection or convenience. It had to do, and in almost passionate sense, with something which was at least in the category with such things as duties to society.
Then, with weapon still in hand, the honest Westerner forced the cowardly New Yorker in the direction of the front door until they had passed out of the picture. On this the bored director of the day before called loudly, "Now, boys, in your places. You've heard a shot you're running outside to see what's the matter. On your toes, now try it once."
Does it meet with your approval?" "There's plenty of it anyhow," laughed Jimsy, "and really it's very much like what I expected it would be." "I feel like a regular cowgirl or a er well, what the newspapers call a typical Westerner already," said Jess Bancroft, Jimsy's sister.
You needn't say anything about it, but I'm scheduled to leave here next month." "Then I reckon I'm left. Higher up, John?" "Yes. I have this end of it pretty well whipped into shape. They seem to think they can use me at headquarters." Bud frowned prodigiously. The situation did not seem to promise much. And naturally enough, being a Westerner, Bud disliked to come out flatfooted and ask for work.
Clay tried on the trousers and looked at himself in the glass. So far as he could tell he looked just like any other New Yorker. The dealer leaned forward and spoke in a whisper. Apparently he was ashamed of his softness of heart. "Fifty-five dollars to you." "I'll take it," the Westerner said. The clothier called his tailor from the rear of the store to make an adjustment in the trousers.
That whiskey bit like vitriol, and a few glasses of it were enough to make any man take to the war path." "I suppose you carried a gun in those days, too, didn't you, Mr. Melton?" questioned Dick. "Yes, I carried a pair of Colt's .45s with me for years," replied the Westerner, with a reminiscent look in his eyes.
The westerner follows, forces his way through the portals, engages the villain, and vanquishes him. Leila becomes a Bride. We behold her, at the end, mistress of one of those magnificent stone mansions with grilled vestibules and negro butlers into whose sacred precincts we are occasionally, in the movies, somewhat breathlessly ushered a long way from Hawtrey's restaurant and a hall-bedroom.
Still the Westerner did not fire in answer, though he knew just where the target for his bullet was. A plan had come to him. In the blackness of that room one might empty his revolver and not score a hit. To wait was to take a chance of being potted, but he did not want the death of even such a ruffian as Durand on his soul. The crash of the automatic and the rattle of glass filled the room.
"Here, you low-mouthed spawn of sin," grated the big Westerner, "there are ladies present! If you use that word before them, I'll shut off your wind a-plenty and let it stay shut! You hear me murmur!" Murillo made one last furious struggle, but it was quite ineffectual, and he finally subsided, lying limp in the grasp of the big man.
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