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Vachell, Horace Annesley, 1861-1955

"Bunch Grass A Chronicle of Life on a Cattle Ranch"

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Sadie raised her dark brows.
"I thought you were so proud of that."
"I tooted my own horn, like a tenderfoot."
"But I liked what you said, Mr. Wells. That's the part I shan't
forget. About doing your duty, you know. Dad would like that too. He's
done his duty, has Dad--always."
"I'll allow he's done his duty by you."
She laughed gaily; then, seeing with a woman's quick eyes that the man
was in pain, she said for the second time, "I know you're feeling
worse, Mr. Wells."
A wiser than Jeff would have assented to this. Jeff rose hastily and
walked a few paces.
"I'm most well," he declared irritably.
"Then what ails you?"
Jeff sat down again, smiling nervously.
"Well, Miss Sadie, I was thinking of the cruellest thing in this cruel
world."
"My! What's that?"
"Why do the innocent suffer for the sins o' the guilty?"
"You do fly the track." She paused, gazing first at Jeff's troubled
face, and then at the scene about them. The enchantress, Spring, had
touched all things with her magical fingers The time had come when
"Half of the world a bridegroom is,
And half of the world a bride.


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