This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIX WHILE CUPID HELD THE REINS IT was October---glorious, golden October--when Judge Spencer and his daughter Elinor arrived in Golden City, from Brownsville, Arkansas. As they alighted from the train Jackson Blake was sitting in his bright repainted carriage behind his roan bronchos, in the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIX WHILE CUPID HELD THE REINS IT was October---glorious, golden October--when Judge Spencer and his daughter Elinor arrived in Golden City, from Brownsville, Arkansas. As they alighted from the train Jackson Blake was sitting in his bright repainted carriage behind his roan bronchos, in the sandy street before the station. Blake recognized the judge at a glance; and flushing uncomfortably, that the train from the east had brought him no business. With the carriage turned half round in the middle of the street, he stopped, his desire to depart from the station arrested by words. Hank Wilson, also at the station that morning, had seen and recognized the judge, and was now speaking to him. Blake obeyed a sudden impulse, and listened, with beating heart, to the conversation that followed, not daring to glance in the direction of the speakers. "Well, Hank, how are you coming on?" was the first that he heard Spencer say. He knew that the men were shaking hands. "Right peart," Hank Wilson answered, after his customary fashion. "I knew you were here," the judge observed. "Some one told me about it in Ransoms, the bronchos away, as if satisfied last time I was over there. There will be some other men out from Arkansas soon, I think. Nice country here, they tell me. I thought I'd run out and take a look at it. If I like it, I may conclude to stay." As the judge passed up the street on his way to a hotel he looked squarely at the young man in the bright carriage. Blake's heart thudded; then he felt a sense of relief. Judge Spencer did not know him. With this feeling of relief Blake began to assure himself that while he could not fail to recognize this man, who as a judge had tried him and sentenced him to prison, it was almost certain the...
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