The Little Lady of the Big House

motor car, along with Thayer, the Idaho buyer, and Naismith, the special correspondent for the Breeders' Gazette. Wardman,

ointed in this, for he felt that the purchase of ten carloads of suc

turned aside to give data to Naismith for his impending

tes later. "The average is all top. You could spend a week picking your ten

ayer, that, along with the sure knowledge that he had never seen so high a

ined the Big House and as they chalked t

them. I only had buying orders straight for six carloads, and contingent on my judgment for two carloads more; but if every buyer doesn't double his order, straight and contingent, when he sees them ra

sly advised and commanded by his sister, Rita, and by Paula and her sisters, Lute and Ernestine, was striving with a dip-net to catch a particularly gorgeous flower of a fish whose size and color and multiplicity of fins and tails had led Paula to deci

or yourself?" Ernestine cha

depart to-morrow for South America, and Thayer-- you met him last night--is taking twenty

rms about her sisters, the three of them

your acorn son

his head

death. Listen! This is the song of the little East-sider, on her first trip to the country und

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it from the Western Advocate, that got it from Public Opinion, that got it, undoubtedly, from the little girl herself

ick, the other around Rita, led the way into the house, while, bringi

ou leave us, cast your eyes over those Merinos. I really have to brag about them, and American sheepmen will have to come to them. Of course, started with imported stock, but I've made a California strain that will mak

California. The floor was of large brown tiles, the beamed ceiling and the walls were whitewashed, and the huge, undecorated, cement fireplace was an achievement in

and two bullocks, turning a melancholy furrow across the foreground of a sad, illimitable, Mexican plain. There were brighter pictures, of early Mexican-Californian life, a pastel of twilight eucalyptus wit

upon the Big House. I've seen the servants' dining room. Forty head sit down to it every meal, including gardeners, chauffeurs, and outside help. It's a boarding house in itself. Some head, some sy

e brains that picks brains. He could run an army, a

compliment," Thaye

to-morrow morning. Better tell Oh Joy to put him in the watch-tower. It's man-si

a queried aloud of her

go, in Santiago, at the Café

those nava

hook h

ith him for half an hour while Captain Joyce talked our heads off to prove

ed. "He'd met you somewhere before... Sou

on the Times dispatch boat on the Yellow Sea. And we crossed trails a do

ed out of Suva as guest on a British cruiser. Sir Everard Im Thurm, British High Commissioner of the South Seas, gave me more letters for Graham. I missed him at Port Resolution and at Vila in the New Hebrides. The cruiser was junketing, you see. I beat her in and out of the Santa Cruz

at about him?" Paula queri

e of several thousand a year left, but all that his father left him is gone. No; he didn't blow it. He

Brazilian government voluntarily voted him a honorarium of ten thousand dollars for the information he brought out concerning unexplored portions of Brazil. Oh, he's a man, all man. He delivers

man-challenging, man-conquering glance at Bert W

his head

out of the trance to find himself, roped, thrown, branded, and married. Forget him, Ernestine. Stick by golden youth and let it drop its golden apples. Pick them up, and golden youth with them, making a noise like stupid failure all the time you are snaring swift-legged youth. But Graham's out of the running. He's old like me--just about the same age--and, li