The Price of the Prairie: A Story of KansasMcCarter, Margaret Hill
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The Price of the Prairie: A Story of Kansas
McCarter, Margaret Hill
Kansas -- Fiction; Western stories
"Nothing except this. After what Dr. Hemingway said last night
Springvale's gone crazy about Phil again. Just crazy, and he's sure to
come back here. If he does"--she broke off a moment--"well, you know
what you've been up to for four months, trackin' me, and tellin' things
you don't know. Are you goin' to quit it? That's all."
"The evidence bein' in an' the plaintiff restin'," O'mie said gravely,
"it's time for the defence in the case to begin.
"You saved me a trip, my lady, for I was comin' over this very evenin'
to settle with you. But never mind, we can do it now. Judson's havin'
one of his M. E. quarterly conferences up at the Whately house and we
are free to talk this out. You say I'm a contemptible spy. Lettie, we're
a pair of 'em, so we'll lave off the adjective or adverb, which ever it
is, that does that for names of 'persons, places, and things that can be
known or mentioned.' Some of 'em that can be known, can't aven be
mentioned, though. Where were you, Lettie, whin I was spyin' and what
were you doin' at the time yoursilf?"
"I guess I had a right to be there. It's a free country, and it was my
own business, not somebody else's," the girl retorted angrily, as the
situation dawned on her.
"Exactly," O'mie went on. "It's a free country and we both have a right
to tend to our own business. Nobody has a right to tend to a business
of sin and evil-doin' toward his neighbor, though, my girl. If I've
tagged you and spied, and played the dirty coward, and ain't no
gintleman, it was to save a good name, and to keep from exposure a
name--maybe it's a girl's, none too good, I'm afraid--but it would niver
come to the gossips through me. You know that."
Lettie did know it. O'mie and she had made mud pies together in the days
when they still talked in baby words. It was because he was true and
kind, because he was a friend to every man, woman, and child there, that
Springvale loves his memory to-day.
"Second, I wish to Heaven I could make things right, but I can't. I wish
you could, but some of 'em you won't and, Lettie, some of 'em you can't
now.
"Third, you've heard what I said about you. Why, child, I've said the
worst to you. No words comin' straight nor crooked to you, have I said
of you I'd not say to yoursilf, face to face.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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