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Updated: June 15, 2025
"I've sent one of the boys to Graham's for a wagon," said the Sergeant. "You saw the man who fired at him?" "Yes, sir," said Trooper Payne. "You knew him?" and there was a ring in the Sergeant's voice. "Yes, sir," said the trooper. "At least he was riding Winston's horse, and had on the old long coat of his."
They were about the same height and had the same English type of face, while Winston's eyes were gray and his companion's an indefinite blue that approached the former color, but there the resemblance, which was not more than discernible, ended.
Every man capable of tracing effects to their efficient causes, who chanced to hear or read President George T. Winston's address before the Association of Superintendents and Principals of Public Schools, must have sighed in bitterness of soul, "Poor Old Texas!"
They were having what she called "a good, long, comforting, as well as comfortable chat" over their sewing in Mabel's chamber on the afternoon of the eighth day of Winston's absence.
Her equanimity having been restored by Winston's assurances that he rather enjoyed the joke than otherwise and an opportunity having been afforded her to obliterate the obnoxious marks from the door-steps she exhibited great activity in forwarding all the arrangements for tea.
But all men fall sooner or later, and I have held out longer than most. Don't be afraid, though, that I am going to have a machine of my own: I haven't quite sunk to that; if everybody else I know has. I'm only going across France on Mr. Winston's car. He has a new one the latest make. He tells me that when he 'lets her out' she does seventy an hour." "Wot miles, me lord?"
A faint staccato drumming that rose from the silent prairie throbbed through the final chords of it, and when the music ceased, swelled into the gallop of a horse. It seemed in some curious fashion portentous, and when there was a rattle and jingle outside other eyes than Winston's were turned towards the door. It swung open presently and Dane came in.
She stood clutching the edge of the door for support, her lips tightly compressed, feeling as if her heart would rise up and choke her. She realized instantly that the crisis had arrived, that Winston's life probably hung upon her next decision. Twice she endeavored bravely to speak, and when she finally succeeded, the strange calmness other voice made her doubt her own sanity.
Accordingly, he's going to sell, and, as he seems convinced that wheat will not go up again, let half the acreage lie fallow this season. The worst of it is, the others will follow him, and he controls Maud Barrington's property as well as his own." Winston's face was grave. "I heard In Winnipeg that most of the smaller men, who had lost courage, were doing the same thing.
The broad, spreading picture slowly impressed itself upon his brain, effacing and taking the place of personal animosity. In so fair a world Hope is ever a returning angel with healing in his wings; and Winston's face brightened, the black frown deserting his forehead, all sternness gone from his eyes.
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