Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-02-28
Continued from Feb. 49,
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Continued from Feb. 49,
"No-no more than you, or mother,
or any Randall, OF any Chambliss that
over lived would go to a house on such
terms"
Mrs. Chambliss arched her ti1ely PEN
ciled brows and leaned back in her chair
with folded hands.
"Randal. you can be very exaspesat-
ing when it suits you. Perhaps you
will be SO good as to make your own
wishes known in this matter. Right.
fully you should be made to bear the
entire vexation, as it all springs from
your reckless obstinacy in taking your
father driving behind that wild brute"
They were curiously alike, that moth
er and son; alike in their tall, supple
forms full Of sinuous grace; alike in
the delicate, clean cut contour Of their
refined faces, and were possessed, in
common, of a d~omineering arrogance
which, in the mothers case, had never
been ameliorated by friction with other
potentialities. In her W narrow do
minion her judgment had heretofore
been considered equal to every emer-
gency. Evidently nc more suggestions
would be vouchsafed by her in the pres
emit ne. Randall responded to her de-
mand for an expression of his WI
wishes composedly.
II want Amy to call on Miss Martin
with me, mother"
"With-you!"
with mel as fathers representa-
tive, Amy as yours. If you went, it
would involve the mother, and that
would be asking too much of YOU"
"And after this call?"
Nothing. Royalty will have acquit'
ted itself becomingly. You have from
now until ii o'clock tomorrow morning
to digest the proposition in. l think 1
will run down day after tomorrow to
New Orleans and take the fall races
in" a aE
"Randal !"
eyes, sir?"
Randall turned his head in tho direc.
ton Of that explosive sound. His father
was shaking his whitened head vigor-
ously.
"I'll be hanged, boy, if l don't be-
lieye you have fallen in love with old
Eben Martins grill"
"Mr. Chambliss! An overseer's daugh-
ter! My son Randall
Randall laughed lazily at his moth
er's disjointed indignation and pressed
his hands against the table by way Of
propelling himself backward.
Father might have made a worse
guess, mother, and your son Randall
might easily do a more foolish thing. I
see Thunderer waltzing out yonder, with
Abe in the saddle l am going in for
the mail. g
The entire family followed him
through the long, open windows to see
him depart. Randall never offended be-
yond the possibility Of forgiveness. To
see him mount Thunderer was one Of
their daily mild e~xcitements. The bat
tie for supremacy between man and
beast was perpetually being waged ON
the Chambliss lawn and perpetually be-
ing decided in Randal's favor.
After his usual display Of pirouet-
ting, plunging and bit hamping Thun-
derer suddenly realized that he had
been saddled to take his master out to
Sessumsport for the semiweekly mail,
and, with a final toss Of his shining
name, accepted the obligation for that
time. His rider turned at sound Of his
mothers and Amy's voices.
Don't stay later than Z o'clock, son,
mail or no mail. I can never draw a
comfortable breath when you are OH
that brute's back.
"You promised to practice that vio-
lin solo for Mrs. Cathcart's party, Ran.
Don't forget"
"Don't worry, dearest, Thunderer's
bad temper never lasts long. All right,
Amy. If / find Adrien out there, I'll
fetch him home to supper. Shall II"
A pinkish hue suddenly sufused
Amy's plain, sallow little face. Adrien
Strong was the one romance Of her con-
tracted life. It was sufficient to make
the afternoon brighter for her, just that
bare possibility that perhaps when the
lamps were lighted and the dull, event.
less day was done Randall and Adrien
would come riding home together in
the cleaning, and Adrien would stay to
tea, and the evening would be made
charming to her, and perhaps to moth
or, by the spirited talk Of the men
father and Randall and Adrien. Men al.
ways had 70 much to talk about. They
raw so much and heard 80 much and
did 80 much. So much more than she
and mother ever did. She only waited
for the big front gate to shut Randall
and Thunderer from view when she ran
quickly down the steps at the end Of the
gallery with a pair Of garden shears in
her hands. The chrysanthemums were
in gorgeous bloom. She remembered
once hearing Adrien say he liked them
better than any other flower. Their fra
GRANGE was all their OWE. They had an
individuality Of their own. With great
long stems she cut them. Those parlor
vases were like huge cisterns. On her
way back. to the house she thrust her
head through the kitchen window.
Aunt Tempy was smoking her after
noon pipe and picking the p~infeathers
from the chickens that were a standing
dish on the breakfast table Of the Del
place. Aunt TempyH
We'll, honey. +
Have you . nice supper for tonight?'
"Go way, you sassy chile, Ain 70
ma done give out supper wen she give
out dinner? An you question her jedg-
ment"
Eyes, but did abe order waflesY"
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