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"That last visit to the ancestral acres is what did it." "No, it's age age and prosperity. I know now what it is to have broiled steak." Mrs. Wetherford, seizing the moment, came down to do the honors. "You fellers ought to know my girl. Virginny, this is Forest Supervisor Redfield, and this is Ross Cavanagh, his forest ranger in this district. You ought to know each other.
Wetherford turned a wild eye on the ranger as he reentered. "Who's out there?" he asked. "Is it the marshal?" "No, it's only one of the ranchers from below; he's tired and hungry, and I'm going to feed him," Ross replied, filled with a vivid sense of the diverse characters of the two men he was serving.
I'm busy every moment of the day till bedtime." "Indeed I do know it. I hear of the Wetherford House all up and down the line. I was just telling your mother she'll be forced to build bigger, like the chap in the Bible." "She works too hard. Poor mother! I try to get her to turn the cash-drawer over to me, but she won't do it. Doesn't she seem paler and weaker to you?"
She hurried away to dress with such flutter of joyous anticipation that Redfield felt quite repaid for the pressure he had put upon his wife to induce her to write that note. "You may leave Lize Wetherford out of the count, my dear," he had said. "There is nothing of her discernible in the girl. Virginia is a lady. I don't know where she got it, but she's a gentlewoman by nature."
For her the sun rose and set in Ed Wetherford. She'd leave you any day, and go on the round-up with him. It nigh about broke her up in business when Ed hit the far-away trail." The girl perceived that in her visitor she had one of these self-oiled human talking-machines "with tongue hung in the middle," as the old saying goes, and she was dimly conscious of having heard her many times before.
He called no more for his wife and child, and if he had done so Cavanagh would have reasoned that the call arose out of weakness, and that his better self, his real self, would still desire to shield his secret from his daughter. And this was true, for during one of his clearest moments Wetherford repeated his wish to die a stranger. "I'm goin' out like the old-time West, a rag of what I once was.
Looking at this charming girl through the smoke of fried ham, with obscene insects buzzing about her fair head, made him feel for the thousandth time, and more keenly than ever before, the amazing combinations in American society. How could she be the issue of Edward and Eliza Wetherford? More and more Lee Virginia's heart went out in trust toward these two men.
The car crossed the Roaring Fork and drew up before two small shacks, one of which bore a faded sign, "The Wetherford House," and the other in fresher paint, "The Wetherford Café." On the sidewalk a group of Indians were sitting, and a half-dozen slouching white men stood waiting at the door.
They might rope and tie you." Wetherford came out of his hiding-place with a grave face. "I wonder I didn't think of that collie. They say a cat's fur will carry disease germs like a sponge. Must be the same with a dog." "Well, it's too late now," replied Cavanagh. "But they're right about our staying clear of town. They'll quarantine us sure.
As he sat down beside the fire, Edwards said: "Them Wetherford women think a whole lot of you. 'Pears like they'd both fight for you. Are you sweet on the girl?" "Now, see here, old man," Ross retorted, sharply, "you want to do a lot of thinking before you comment on Miss Wetherford. I won't stand for any nasty clack." Edwards meekly answered: "I wasn't going to say anything out of the way.
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