Like a wise soldier casting about
after years of service for a comfortable billet, she had come into the
Northland to be married. So, one day, her eyes flashed up into Floyd
Vanderlip's as he was buying table linen for Flossie in the P. C.
Company's store, and the thing was settled out of hand.
When a man is free much may go unquestioned, which, should he be rash
enough to cumber himself with domestic ties, society will instantly
challenge. Thus it was with Floyd Vanderlip. Flossie was coming, and a
low buzz went up when Loraine Lisznayi rode down the main street behind
his wolf-dogs. She accompanied the lady reporter of the "Kansas City
Star" when photographs were taken of his Bonanza properties, and watched
the genesis of a six-column article. At that time they were dined
royally in Flossie's cabin, on Flossie's table linen. Likewise there
were comings and goings, and junketings, all perfectly proper, by the
way, which caused the men to say sharp things and the women to be
spiteful. Only Mrs. Eppingwell did not hear. The distant hum of wagging
tongues rose faintly, but she was prone to believe good of people and to
close her ears to evil; so she paid no heed.
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