[A Sappho of Green Springs by Bret Harte]@TWC D-Link book
A Sappho of Green Springs

CHAPTER V
8/13

He had also assumed, evidently in great haste, a black frock coat buttoned over his waistcoatless and cravatless shirt, and a tall black hat that already seemed to be cracking in the sunlight.

He drove up, at once assisted her to the narrow perch beside him, and with a nod to Bent drove off.

His breathless expedition relieved the leave-taking of these young people of any ceremony.
"I suppose," said Mr.Dawson, giving a half glance over his shoulder as they struck into the dusty highway,--"I suppose you don't care to see anybody before you get to San Jose ?" "No-o-o," said Rose, timidly.
"And I reckon you wouldn't mind my racin' a bit if anybody kem up ?" "No." "The mare's sort o' fastidious about takin' anybody's dust." "Is she ?" said Rose, with a faint smile.
"Awful," responded her companion; "and the queerest thing of all is, she can't bear to have any one behind her, either." He leaned forward with his expression of humorous enjoyment of some latent joke and did something with the reins--Rose never could clearly understand what, though it seemed to her that he simply lifted them with ostentatious lightness; but the mare suddenly seemed to LENGTHEN herself and lose her height, and the stalks of wheat on either side of the dusty track began to melt into each other, and then slipped like a flash into one long, continuous, shimmering green hedge.

So perfect was the mare's action that the girl was scarcely conscious of any increased effort; so harmonious the whole movement that the light skeleton wagon seemed only a prolonged process of that long, slim body and free, collarless neck, both straight as the thin shafts on each side and straighter than the delicate ribbon-like traces which, in what seemed a mere affectation of conscious power, hung at times almost limp between the whiffle-tree and the narrow breast band which was all that confined the animal's powerful fore-quarters.

So superb was the reach of its long easy stride that Rose could scarcely see any undulations in the brown shining back on which she could have placed her foot, nor felt the soft beat of the delicate hoofs that took the dust so firmly and yet so lightly.
The rapidity of motion which kept them both with heads bent forward and seemed to force back any utterance that rose to their lips spared Rose the obligation of conversation, and her companion was equally reticent.
But it was evident to her that he half suspected she was running away from the Randolphs, and that she wished to avoid the embarrassment of being overtaken even in persuasive pursuit.


<<Back  Index  Next>>

D-Link book Top

TWC mobile books