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Fortune because you've; lost the game?〃 She turned

the pages of the paper calmly。 〃'Stock market'  no

use for that。 'Society's doings'  that's done。 Here is

my page  the wish column。 A Van Dresser could not

be said to 'want' for anything; of course。 'Chamber…

maids; cooks; canvassers; stenographers…〃



〃Dear;〃 said Aunt Ellen; with a little tremor in her

voice; 〃please do not talk in that way。 Even if your

affairs are in so unfortunate a condition; there is my three

thousand  〃



Octavia sprang up lithely; and deposited a smart kiss

on the delicate cheek of the prim little elderly maid。



〃Blessed auntie; your three thousand is just sufficient

to insure your Hyson to be free from willow leaves and

keep the Persian in sterilized cream。 I know I'd be

welcome; but I prefer to strike bottom like Beelzebub

rather than hang around like the Peri listening to the

music from the side entrance。 I'm going to earn my own

living。 There's nothing else to do。 I'm a  Oh; oh; oh!

 I had forgotten。 There's one thing saved from the

wreck。 It's a corral  no; a ranch in  let me see 

Texas: an asset; dear old Mr。 Bannister called it。 How

pleased he was to show me something he could describe

as unencumbered! I've a description of it among those

stupid papers he made me bring away with me from his

office。 I'll try to find it。〃



Octavia found her shopping…bag; and drew from it a

long envelope filled with typewritten documents。



〃A ranch in Texas;〃 sighed Aunt Ellen。 〃It sounds

to me more like a liability than an asset。 Those are the

places where the centipedes are found; and cowboys;

and fandangos。〃



〃'The Rancho de las Sombras;'〃 read Octavia from

a sheet of violently purple typewriting 〃'is situated one

hundred and ten miles southeast of San Antonio; and

thirty…eight miles from its nearest railroad station; Nopal;

on the I。 and G。 N。 Ranch; consists of 7;680 acres of well…

watered land; with title conferred by State patents; and

twenty…two sections; or 14;080 acres; partly under yearly

running lease and partly bought under State's twenty…

year…purchase act。 Eight thousand graded merino sheep;

with the necessary equipment of horses; vehicles and

general ranch paraphernalia。 Ranch…house built of

brick; with six rooms comfortably furnished according to

the requirements of the climate。 All within a strong

barbed…wire fence。



〃'The present ranch manager seems to be competent

and reliable; and is rapidly placing upon a paying basis

a business that; in other hands; had been allowed to suffer

from neglect and misconduct。



〃'This property was secured by Colonel Beaupree in a

deal with a Western irrigation syndicate; and the title

to it seems to be perfect。 With careful management and

the natural increase of land values; it ought to be made

the foundation for a comfortable fortune for its owner。'〃



When Octavia ceased reading; Aunt Ellen uttered

something as near a sniff as her breeding permitted。



〃The prospectus;〃 she said; with uncompromising

metropolitan suspicion; 〃doesn't mention the centipedes;

or the Indians。 And you never did like mutton; Octavia。

I don't see what advantage you can derive from this 

desert。〃



But Octavia was in a trance。 Her eyes were steadily

regarding something quite beyond their focus。 Her lips

were parted; and her face was lighted by the kindling

furor of the explorer; the ardent; stirring disquiet of the

adventurer。 Suddenly she clasped her hands together

exultantly。



〃The problem solves itself; auntie;〃 she cried。 〃I'm

going to that ranch。 I'm going to live on it。 I'm

going to learn to like mutton; and even concede the good

qualities of centipedes  at a respectful distance。 It's

just what I need。 It's a new life that comes when my old

one is just ending。 It's a release; auntie; it isn't a narrow…

ing。 Think of the gallops over those leagues of prairies;

with the wind tugging at the roots of your hair; the com…

ing close to the earth and learning over again the stories

of the growing grass and the little wild flowers without

names! Glorious is what it will be。 Shall I be a

shepherdess with a Watteau hat; and a crook to keep the

bad wolves from the lambs; or a typical Western ranch

girl; with short hair; like the pictures of her in the Sunday

papers? I think the latter。 And they'll have my picture;

too; with the wild…cats I've slain; single…handed; hanging

from my saddle horn。 'From the Four Hundred to the

Flocks' is the way they'll headline it; and they'll print

photographs of the old Van Dresser mansion and the

church where I was married。 They won't have my

picture; but they'll get an artist to draw it。 I'll be wild

and woolly; and I'll grow my own wool。〃



〃Octavia!〃  Aunt Ellen condensed into the one word

all the protests she was unable to utter。



〃Don't say a word; auntie。 I'm going。 I'll see the

sky at night fit down on the world like a big butter…dish

cover; and I'll make friends again with the stars that I

haven't had a chat with since I was a wee child。 I wish

to go。 I'm tired of all this。 I'm glad I haven't any

money。 I could bless Colonel Beaupree for that ranch;

and forgive him for all his bubbles。 What if the life will

be rough and lonely! I  I deserve it。 I shut my heart

to everything except that miserable ambition。 I  oh;

I wish to go away; and forget  forget!〃



Octavia swerved suddenly to her knees; laid her flushed

face in her aunt's lap; and shook with turbulent sobs。



Aunt Ellen bent over her; and smoothed the coppery…

brown hair。



〃I didn't know;〃 she said; gently; 〃I didn't know 

that。 Who was it; dear?



When Mrs。 Octavia Beaupree; n閑 Van Dresser;

stepped from the train at Nopal; her manner lost; for the

moment; some of that easy certitude which had always

marked her movements。 The town was of recent estab…

lishment; and seemed to have been hastily constructed of

undressed lumber and flapping canvas。 The element

that had congregated about the station; though not

offensively demonstrative; was clearly composed of citizens

accustomed to and prepared for rude alarms。



Octavia stood on the platform; against the telegraph

office; and attempted to choose by intuition from the

swaggering; straggling string; of loungers; the manager

of the Rancho de las Sombras; who had been instructed

by Mr。 Bannister to meet her there。 That tall; serious;

looking; elderly man in the blue flannel shirt and white

tie she thought must be he。 But; no; he passed by;

removing his gaze from the lady as hers rested on him;

according to the Southern custom。 The manager; she

thought; with some impatience at being kept waiting;

should have no difficulty in selecting her。 Young women

wearing the most recent thing in ash…coloured travelling

suits were not so plentiful in Nopal!



Thus keeping a speculative watch on all persons of

possible managerial aspect; Octavia; with a catching

breath and a start of surprise; suddenly became aware of

Teddy Westlake hurrying along the platform in the

direction of the train  of Teddy Westlake or his sun…

browned ghost in cheviot; boots and leather…girdled hat

 Theodore Westlake; Jr。; amateur polo (almost)

champion; all…round butterfly and cumberer of the soil;

but a broader; surer; more emphasized and determined

Teddy than the one she had known a year ago when last

she saw him。



He perceived Octavia at almost the same time; deflected

his course; and steered for her in his old; straightforward

way。 Something like awe came upon her as the strange…

ness of his metamorphosis was brought into closer range;

the rich; red…brown of his complexion brought out so

vividly his straw…coloured mustache and steel…gray eyes。

He seemed more grown…up; and; somehow; farther away。

But; when he spoke; the old; boyish Teddy came back

again。 They had been friends from childhood。



〃Why; 'Tave!〃 he exclaimed; unable to reduce

his perplexity to coherence。 〃 How  what  when 

where?〃



〃Train;〃 said Octavia; 〃necessity; ten minutes ago;

home。 Your complexion's gone; Teddy。 Now; how 

what  when  where?〃



〃I'm working down here;〃 said Teddy。 He cast side

glances about the station as one does who tries to combine

politeness with duty。



〃You didn't notice on the train;〃 he asked; 〃an old

lady with gray curls and a poodle; who occupied two

seats with her bundles and quarrelled with the conductor;

did you?〃



〃I think not;〃 answered Octavia; reflecting。 〃And

you haven't; by any chance; noticed a big; gray…mustached

man in a blue shirt and six…shooters; with little flakes of

merino wool sticking in his hair; have you?〃



〃Lots of 'em;〃 said Teddy; with symptoms of mental

delirium under the strain。 Do you happen to know any

such individual?〃



〃No; the description is imaginary。 Is your interest

in the old lady whom you describe a personal one?〃



〃Never saw her in my life
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