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The good lady, oblivious to the humorous side of her greeting, flushed in anger. "Appears to be mighty funny," she said. "What's the joke?" "Oh, nuthin'," replied the husband, speaking hastily. "Can you give the lad a bed? He wants to bunk here." "Why, Andy, you know I can't. There's only Miss Allis's room." "Give her him that." "Are you crazy, Andy?" "It's too bad, Mrs.
'Let's buy the out, said Stagg, so they ordered a special and a load of champagne, and away they went to the city in Indiana. They got to Allis's house about four o'clock in the morning, and they rang the bell and banged on the door, and after a while the butler came, half awake.
"Then you've settled it, mother!" Allis's big eyes took on a dangerous look of rebellion. "No, daughter; you must choose for yourself; only you will be wise not to go contrary to your parent's wishes. I did " "But you are not sorry, mother?" there was reproach in the girl's voice. "Not for having wedded your father, but because of his racing life.
As Allis rode Lauzanne she discovered many things about the horse; that instead of being a stupid, morose brute, his intelligence was extraordinary, and, with her at least, his temper perfect. Allis's relationship with her father was unusual.
Allis's letter had been completed, but she now added a postscript, telling her mother briefly of Crane's insistence over the bet, and beseeching her to devise some plan for keeping this new disturbing element from her father. Crane was remaining over night in Gravesend, and, going back to his quarters, he reviewed the evening's campaign.
Allis's sudden onslaught switched Mr. Dolman from the aggressive to the defensive with great celerity. "I confess I know very little about horses," he was forced to apologize; then, with something of asperity, "the spiritual welfare of my congregation takes up my entire time." This rebuke caused a momentary silence, and Dolman, turning to Mortimer, said, "I hope you don't approve of racing, sir."
Naturally the paramount subject of interest was the narrow escape of Miss Allis; but the individuality of discussion gradually merged into a crusade against racing, led by the zealous clergyman. John Porter viewed this trend with no little trepidation of feeling. It was Mrs. Porter who precipitated matters by piously attributing Allis's escape to Providence. "Undoubtedly, undoubtedly!" Mr.
Unmistakably then it was fate that had cast the horoscope of his and Allis's life together. Never mind what means he might use to carry out this decree; once accomplished, he would more than make amends to the girl. He drew most delightful pictures of the Utopian existence his wealth would make possible for Allis.
"That skate win!" he sneered, as Lauzanne followed; "he gallops like a fat pig. He can't live the pace he can't live the pace," he repeated, and his voice was mellow with a cheerful exultation. His observations seemed eminently truthful; Allis's horse trailed farther and farther behind the others. Out in front galloped with unseeming haste the Indian a brown blotch of swift-gliding color.
For Allis's sake he would have beggared himself, would have sacrificed a hundred times that sum to save her from the unutterable misery that must come if her brother were denounced as a felon. The love that was in him was overmastering him. He was roused from his despondent train of thought by speech that struck with familiar jar upon his ear.
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