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Updated: June 6, 2025
Mother wants to keep Annette at school till she graduates, but I think she knows enough now to teach a country school and it is no use for mother to be working as she does to keep Annette in school for the sake of letting her graduate. There are lots of girls in A.P. better off than she who have never graduated, and I don't see that mother can afford to keep Annette at school any longer."
As they rode leisurely along its banks, Annette, now sighing and now Julie, they heard the trample of hoofs, and turning saw approaching an Indian chief, well mounted. "Ah, your chef, ma petite," Annette said, looking at Julie. But Julie was well aware who the fast riding stranger was; and she was covered with the most becoming of blushes when her lover drew rein beside them.
"Are they like lodge meetings at home? This is my first trip here, you know." "Humph!" grunted his companion. "You're in luck." "Talk, don't they?" "Talk! Good Lord! Say, Dan, if I get to sleep and you notice Annette looking this way, nudge me, that's a good fellow." He settled himself in his chair and closed his eyes. Daniel turned to his wife. "Serena," he murmured.
"I'm thinking she must have been his niece," said romantic Annette, "but I'm sure she didn't love him. Perhaps she wanted to run away with some fine young officer, and he caught her and brought her back." "When did they leave?" "Very early this morning. They came in automobiles, but neither when they arrived nor when they departed was the lady in the machine with the prince.
But Annette observed their whisperings and glances with a slight touch of contempt: she knew that her own voice had been restored to her, and that she was now like any of the other women in the village; which, in her own simple presentment of things, must be interpreted as meaning that she might look to have a husband and a home of her own.
Markham dropped the book on the table, but she put her elbows on it, and said: 'I'd been hunting everywhere for that I'm glad you found it. Annette never said a word, never tried to get the book back; she jest went on rummaging. "Well, one thing was clear. Mrs. Markham didn't want her to git as much as a sight of that book. Why? It was about the funniest little thing I'd seen in that house.
The front gate, with its wide white posts, still held the records of her growth, for each year her grandfather had stood her against it and marked her progress. The huge green tub holding the crape myrtle was once a park where she and Annette had played dolls, and once it had served as a burying-ground when Carter's sling brought down a sparrow.
"Now Julie," Annette said rising, after the precious maiden had eaten enough to make some miserable philosopher ill for a week of dyspepsia, "I shall creep out and make a reconnaissance." And buckling on her belt, with its large bright-bladed knife, and her ready revolver, she went away softly and cunning as a cat.
Kill the traitor!" yelled Simmons, struggling through and waving unsteadily the revolver in his hand. "Down with that tyrant, Maitland! Kill him!" he shrieked. He raised his arm, holding his gun with both hands. "Look out, Jack," shrieked Annette, flinging herself on him. Simultaneously with the shot, a woman's scream rang out and Annette fell back into Maitland's arms.
"It must be that!" cried Van Diemen, puzzled by novel pains in the head. "Old Martin woke up a little like his old self after dinner." "He drank sparingly," said Mr. Fellingham. "I am sure you were satirical last night," Annette said reproachfully. "On the contrary, I told him I thought he was in a romantic situation."
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