Romance of California Life: Illustrated by Pacific Slope Stories, Thrilling, Pathetic and HumorousHabberton, John
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Romance of California Life: Illustrated by Pacific Slope Stories, Thrilling, Pathetic and Humorous
Habberton, John
California -- Fiction
"Most astonishing thing I ever heard of," said he. "An Ender has the
impudence to ask to see Miss Fewne!"
"An Ender?" exclaimed the lady, her pretty lips parting with surprise.
"Yes, and he declares you could not have the heart to say no, if you
knew his story."
"Is it possible, Miss Fewne," asked one admirer, "that your cruelty can
have driven any one to have become an Ender?"
Mabel's eyes seemed to glance inward, and she made no reply. She
honestly believed she had never knowingly encouraged a man to become her
victim; yet she had heard of men doing very silly things when they
thought themselves disappointed in love. She cast a look of timid
inquiry at her host.
"Oh, perfectly safe, if you like," said the general. "The fellow is at
the door, and several of our guests are in the hall."
Miss Fewne looked serious, and hurried to the door. She saw a man in
shabby clothing and with unkempt beard and hair, yet with a not
unpleasing expression.
"Madame," said he, "I'm a loafer, but I've been a gentleman, and I know
better than to intrude without a good cause. The cause is a dying man.
He's as rough and worthless as I am, but all the roughness has gone out
of him, just now, and he's thinking about his mother and a sweetheart he
used to have. He wants some one to pray for him--some one as unlike
himself and his associates as possible. He cried for his mother--then he
whispered to me that he had seen, here in Smithton, a lady that looked
like an angel--seen her driving only to-day. He meant you. He isn't
pretty; but, when a _dying_ man says a lady is an angel, he means what
he says."
Two or three moments later Miss Fewne, with a very pale face, and with
her brother-in-law as escort, was following Brownie. The door of the
saloon was thrown open, and when the Enders saw who was following
Brownie they cowered and fell back as if a sheriff with his _posse_ had
appeared. The lady looked quickly about her, until her eye rested upon
the figure of the wounded man; him she approached, and as she looked
down her lip began to tremble.
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