![]() Windermere had heard that air on guitars in The Spring Song from "Proserpine," the cantata that a dozen years before had made Observation, leaned back in his seat, half closed his eyes, and began softly to whistle But wherever Windermere went someone was almost sure to look at him with thatĬurious interest, and it had ceased to embarrass or annoy him. Him curiously and then looking reflectively out of the window, as though he were trying to recall something. ![]() In Windermere since they had boarded the train at Holdredge, and kept glancing at The ladies' permission to remove his coat, and sat in his lavender striped shirt-sleeves, The engines were watered, little green reserves fenced off in that confusing wildernessĪs the slanting rays of the sun beat in stronger and stronger through the car-windows, ![]() Yards were kept alive only by continual hypodermic injections of water from the tank where Of deserted towns, and the little red boxes of station-houses, where the spindling They were one color with the sage-brush and sand-hills. It blew up in clouds from the bleak, lifeless country through which they passed, Passengers were covered with a sediment of fine, yellow dust which clung to their Two dusty, bedraggled-looking girls who had been to the Exposition at Chicago, and who were earnestlyĭiscussing the cost of their first trip out of Colorado. Besides the blond man and himself the only occupants of the car were The hot afternoon over the monotonous country between HoldredgeĪnd Cheyenne. The "High Line Flyer," as this train was derisively called among railroad men, was Had been about the world and who could keepĬool and clean under almost any circumstances. He had the air of an adaptable fellow who To be a travelling salesman of some sort. He was a large, florid man, wore a conspicuous diamond solitaire upon his
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