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But now that I am an heiress I do not have to adopt those subterfuges in order to get the daily Java. But I couldn't work those stunts on my Wilbur; he's too wise, and being in the business he's hep to all that kind of work. He's a good, nice, honest fellow, as press agents go, and I think I can safely trust him with my innocent heart. If he don't well, you know me.
Some stock-brokers are gamblers; but the occupation of buying and selling stocks for a commission is a well recognized and fashionable business." "Mr. Williams thinks that a great many Americans make money in stocks that we are gamblers as a nation." "I am, in my heart, of the same opinion." "Oh, Wilbur. I find you are not so good a patriot as I supposed." "I hate bunkum." "What is that?"
Wilbur had carried in his suit case her yellow satin slippers, her gold-beaded fan, and the queer little wrap of leopard skin which she herself had fashioned from a rug which her husband had given her. She had much skill in fashioning articles for her own adornment as a cat has in burnishing his fur, and would at any time have sacrificed the curtains or furniture covers, had they met her needs.
But Wilbur was not listening, he was remembering the stories that he had heard since his arrival into the forest of the "little white lady," of whom the ranchers and miners always spoke so reverently. But presently Rifle-Eye's name attracted his attention and he listened again.
All this time the line had been slowly advancing upon the enemy, and Wilbur began to wonder how long that heartbreaking suspense was to continue. This was not at all what he had imagined. Already he was within twenty feet of his man, could see the evil glint of his slant, small eye, and the shine of his yellow body, naked to the belt. Still foot by foot the forward movement continued.
He was dusty and grimy to a degree, his clothes were torn in a dozen places where he had gone rolling down the hill, a handkerchief was roughly knotted around his head, and there were streaks of dried blood in his hair. "You look a little the worse for wear," he said; "maybe you'd better go home, and I'll go on alone." "I won't," said Wilbur. "You what?" came the curt rebuke.
In the morning Wilbur was up and had breakfast over before the other camp was stirring. As soon as the "guide" appeared Wilbur walked over to him. "I've given you a chance to look after your animals," he said, "before turning them out. You take them out in ten minutes or I'll turn them loose." "Aw, go on," said the other, "I've got to rustle grub.
Wilbur took out from their case his field-glasses and scanned the horizon carefully as far as he could see, then snapping them back into the case, he turned to the hunter, saying: "No fire in sight here!" "All right," replied Rifle-Eye, "then we'll go on to the next point."
Wilbur Edes, who had a brief address in readiness, and the secretary, who had to give the club report for the year. Mrs. Snyder was to give her lecture as a grand climax, then there were to be light refreshments and a reception following the usual custom of the club. Alice bowed before Mrs. Snyder and retreated to a window at the other side of the room. She sat beside the window and looked out.
He might be gone a week. Wilbur could already see the scare-heads of the daily papers the next morning, chronicling the disappearance of "One of Society's Most Popular Members." "That's well, y'r throat halyards. Here, Lilee of the Vallee, give a couple of pulls on y'r peak halyard purchase." Wilbur stared at the Captain helplessly. "No can tell, hey?" inquired Charlie from the galley.
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