A Romance of Billy-Goat Hill by Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice
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"Oh! He's on to horses all right," Noah grinned ambiguously. "You and I couldn't teach him anything about horses." "Can he shoot?" "Can't hit a barn door." The Colonel heaved a deep sigh, drained the last drops from his tumbler, then leaned forward, confidentially: "Noah Wicker, do you like that young chap?" "Like him?" Noah looked up in surprise. "Why, everybody likes Don Morley." "I don't," said the Colonel fiercely. "Here he comes now. I wish you'd look at that!" A headlong young man in model riding costume, astride a bob-tailed sorrel, rashly took a fence where gate there was none, and came cantering across the Colonel's favorite stretch of blue grass. "Awfully sorry to have cut across, Colonel!" he called out in tones that spoke little contrition. "Slipped my trolley as usual and got lost in the bullrushes. Hope I haven't kept Miss Lady waiting?" The Colonel rose and extended a hand of welcome. A true Kentuckian may commit murder and still be a gentleman, but to fail in hospitality is to forfeit even his own self-respect. |
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