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Chapter 9 A TALK BEFORE BREAKFAST

Word Count: 1652    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

on: allowing for transmission, a telegram would reach there in time to be on hand wit

ressee the three registered letters which by your directions, issued October sixteenth, I was to hold pending arrival of specia

up as to be none the worse for my sleepless night. I returned to the station a littl

rly!" we both

d. "I couldn't s

ot unwell

ept men

worries, and then last night I saw you were all kee

or it really isn't anything to trouble about. Mr. Camp is simply tak

n he su

N

l you st

ut if worse comes to worse I will allow my

d they do

ree board

d you to

es

tn't be. You must not make

couldn't help putting a little emphasis on the

hed rosily, even while she

y being able to assume a martyr's crown, Miss Cullen

n't bear

d in your success and the licking of those fellows that I really think I'd stand about anything rather than that they should win. Yesterday, when Mr. Camp threatened to-" Then I stopped, as

what?" asked

lose his temp

t you were going to say,"

asn't," I

what w

orth speak

o know what h

began; but she interrupte

hurt pap

I re

y bro

ithout my help. And he'll hav

ss Cullen. "Your refusal makes me think y

med-well, I may be wrong, but I thought it might look like an attempt-an appe

out what he threat

ed to get me

ery sober, and for a m

she

t you were risking to h

d it's to

from being discharged, and, even if I should be, Miss Cullen, I k

we may have caused you," sighed Madge, sad

ing to hate," I said,

king up at me quickly, as we walked-for we had bee

t been ti

you change?"

some reason other than the true on

man for fibs I ever

ss Cullen, I never set up for a George Washington, but

t when you try to fib you always do it so badly that one sees right th

s Cullen, that I'd like to be rich, because-well, hang

y confusion, and a

the nicest, sweetest, pre

e out of the corner of

be breakf

anted to ask who was telling a taradiddle now

o bother you about my pr

, "You are the most obvious man I e

kfast an excuse," I said, "beca

frankly. "Tell me about th

I stopped in my walk, a

, when she saw that I was speech

rrassed by this bold carrying of the

always wanted to know what ange

seen anything so blue as the sky yesterday; but even the atmosphere of 'rainless Arizona' has to take a back seat when her eyes are

ul," said Madge. "How do th

nce she had given me the chance, I wanted her to know just what I thought

just as beautiful as her eyes. I

e. "Is she a mulatto? And, if so

rattled, "is another great beauty

at present," she interj

ried indignantly, "I'm not going

laughed, "when you look

whom I was talking about, and it seemed to me she was laughing at my love for her. Under this impression I went on, "I suppose it is funny to you; probably so many men have been in love with you tha

. Gordon," said Madge, gently, and quite seriou

and I'm sorry I spoke so unkindly. The truth is, Miss Cullen, the girl I care f

g at the steps of 218, and

"But it's as plain

e car. As she turned to close it, she looked dow

ully ugly s

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