A record of the lives and doings of the poorer class Californians settled around and about the foot-hills, told with a dry humor that has so much of truth in it, and pathos too.
e or indifference characterized the girl, so calm, so inert, so absent was she, sitting in the half-shadow of the dimly lighted corner, her lustrous auburn head outlined against the sombre-hued redwood of the wall behind her.
There was a little hush in the room after the tempest.
"No, that's a fact,--that's a fact. Well--then--you see--" continued Lysander, groping for his forgotten place in the recital. "Oh, yes,--I got up and told 'im 'Addyoce,' as if I s'posed he was through, and started off; an' he called me back, an' 'lowed mebbe the old folks didn't have much loose change lyin' 'round to put into water improvements; an' I told 'im I didn't know,--I reckoned you could mortgage the ranch. From the way he talked, he'd make you a handsome loan on it, and jump at the chance; an' after he'd hummed and hawed a while, he offered to give you a clear title to Flutterwheel Spring if you'd deed 'im your int'rest in the rest o' the cañon. I told 'im it wasn't my funeral. I'd tell you what he sai