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Really, though, she is as fine a specimen of young womanhood as I have encountered in many a day, and I should like to see more of her. Ah, Aunt Marg," he went on, as Mrs. Montague came sweeping down the stairs, just then, in an elaborate dinner costume, "how fine you look, and I'm on time, you perceive! How about the McKenzie reception to-night?"
Have your mully-grubs, if you please; I'm going home." As Nella-Rose tried to pass, Marg caught her by the arm. "Burke's back!" she whispered, "he's hiding up to Devil-may-come! He's been seen and you know it!" "What if I do?" Nella-Rose never ignored a possible escape for the future. "You've been up there to meet him. You ought to be licked.
The outlook from our hut is dispiriting; through a thick grey veil of vapour the gleam of water shines over the swamp that was the polo-ground. The little muddy stream in which so many erring golf-balls lie low is up and out for a ramble over its banks. The lower golf-greens resemble paddy-fields, and round the marg the spires of dull grey pines stand dripping in a steadfast shower-bath.
"What do you want of him, Nella-Rose? of him or any other man? But if you must have a sweetheart, pick and choose and let me have my day." The rough appeal struck almost brutally on Nella-Rose's ears. She was as un-moral, perhaps, as Marg, but she was more discriminating. "I'm mighty tired of cleaning and cooking for for father and you!" Marg tossed her head toward Lone Dome.
"Jed Martin" Jim gave a chuckle "has been tossed between them two gals like a hot corn pone. He'd take Nella-Rose quick enough if she'd have him, but barrin' her, he hangs to Marg so as ter be nigh Nella-Rose in any case. And right here Burke Lawson figgers. Burke's got two naturs, same as old Satan.
I took the letter to Lone Dome as you set down for me to do meaning to give it to Nella-Rose like what you said, but she wasn't there. Pete was there and Marg she's Nella-Rose's sister, and getting ready to marry that torn-down scamp Jed Martin which to my way of thinking is about the best punishment what could be dealt out to him.
When Nella-Rose turned away from Truedale that golden autumn day, she faced winter and the shut-in terrors of the cold and loneliness. In two weeks the last vestige of autumn would be past, and the girl could not contemplate being imprisoned with Marg and her father while waiting for love to return to her. She paused on the wet, leafy path and considered.
"Yes, I want everything fixed secure before my marriage, for I intend to manage my own private affairs afterward, the same as before," his companion returned. Louis laughed with some amusement. "You ought to have been a man, Aunt Marg; your spirit is altogether too self-reliant and independent for a woman," he said.
The three ate in silence for some moments and then talked of trivial things. Peter Greyson went early to bed and the sisters washed the dishes, sharing equally. They did the out-of-door duties of caring for the scanty live stock, and at last Nella-Rose went to her tiny room under the eaves, while Marg lay down upon the living-room couch.
I know how the tongues are wagging and I have to sit still fo' since Marg and Jed took up with each other my future lies 'long o' them. I'm an old man and mighty dependent; time was when " Greyson rose unsteadily and swayed toward the fireplace. "Gawd a'mighty!" he flung out desperately, "how I want whisky!"
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