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"That will be quite impossible after you have lived in Eldorado for a while. You'll forget the way." She shook her head. "You'll never come back." "Then, I'm willing, glad and proud " he lifted his head, his eyes shining "to give it up for her, if she wants Eldorado. Tell me, Ydo," boldly, "have you never loved?" "Many times." Her eyes dreamed. "Many times have I loved and unloved and forgotten.
I almost forgot to tell you. I meant to have telephoned." Hayden's face flushed with pleasure. "Really?" he cried. "You really have the people together. Oh," with a long sigh, "it is good news. Suspense does wear on me, señorita." He spoke half humorously, but with an underlying seriousness. "It will soon be over," encouraged Ydo.
Nevertheless, Mr. Carrothers has never lost his enthusiasm in regard to The Veiled Mariposa, and that has kept up my flagging interest. We have not been idle about it either; but have kept prospectors down there almost all the time. Ydo went over the ground two or three years ago. But this year, we had decided to make a special effort.
Y-d-o," spelling it, "pronounced Edo." "Ydo," he exclaimed. "It is a name made in Spain; in color it is red and yellow, and it smells of jasmine." "Yes." She laughed at his description. "The Romany strain again, you see." "One moment," he insisted. "How did you know my traveler's tale? Was it Penfield?" "Never mind. It is sufficient that I know it. Good-by." She held out her hand.
He had from the beginning believed that Ydo had some interest in the property, although he had never been able satisfactorily to guess the nature of it. But Marcia! The mere possibility of her being interested in what Ydo merrily called his Eldorado had never struck him before, and his brain was bewildered by the thousand new trains of conjecture it started.
Heywood Harden whatever your name is, we've treated you as if you were a piece of furniture." "Regard me instead as a wall," said Hayden pleasantly, "which has ears but no tongue. Won't you vouch for my discretion, Mademoiselle Mariposa?" "As I would for the chairs and tables to which Mrs. Ames so amiably compares you," smiled Ydo.
I loved him like a son; and now, now they Will say that he has jilted her, jilted Marcia, and you know, Robert, a girl never recovers from that sort of thing. "And then, Lydia Ames, horrid thing, said, oh, how can I tell it, that she was anxious to present Ydo, Ydo Carrothers, forsooth, with a set of butterflies as beautiful as Marcia's. Oh, Mr.
"Look at the forest!" said Ydo quizzically calling Robert's attention to the tall palms grouped about the room and the exotic, incongruous effect of the long fronds, which should properly have cast their shadows on desert sands, but now must wave above the white surface of small tables or be outlined harshly against the red and gold panels of the walls.
"By the way," said Hayden suddenly, "isn't that your secretary at the door?" Ydo looked up surprised. "Certainly, it is Eunice," she said, "I wonder " Eunice, mournful and repressed, walked primly down the room in the wake of a waiter and with a murmured word or two with the Mariposa, handed her a telegram. The latter, still with an expression of perplexity, requested Mrs.
"Marry Wilfred! Sure if you do," peering at her suspiciously, "that you won't elope with some one else?" "I may," said Ydo coolly. "Only I have had the experience twice before, and it doesn't amuse me." Again, for the life of him, Hayden could not decide whether this were the embroidery of fiction or the truth.
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