Perch of the Devil (Classic Reprint) - Tapa blanda

Excerpt from Perch of the Devil

He had seemed to the girls of the only class he knew in Butte an even more romantic figure than the heroes of their magazine fiction, particularly as he took no notice of them until he met Ida Hook at a picnic and surrendered his heart.

Ida, forced by her thrifty mother to accept employment with a fashionable dressmaker, and consumed with envy of the West Siders whose measurements she took, did not hesitate longer than feminine prudence dictated. Be fore she gave her hair its nightly brushing her bold un pedantic hand had covered several sheets of pink note-paper with the legend, Mrs. Gregory Compton, the while she assured herself there was no sweller name on West Broadway. To do her justice, she also thrilled with young passion, for more than her vanity had responded to the sombre determined attentions of the man who had been the indifferent hero of so many maiden dreams. Al though she longed to be a Copper Queen, she was too young to be altogether hard; and, now that her hour' was come, every soft enchantment of her sex awoke to bind and blind her mate.

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Excerpt from Perch of the Devil

"The shining mountains," said Gregory Compton softly, throwing back his head, his eyes travelling along the hard bright outlines above the high valley in which his ranch lay. "The shining mountains. That is what the Indians called them before the white man came."

His wife yawned frankly. "Pity they don't shine inside as well as out - what we've got of 'em."

"Who knows? Who knows?"

"We don't. That's the trouble."

But although she spoke tartly, she nestled into his arm, for she was not unamiable, she had been married but sixteen months, and she was still fond of her husband "in a way"; moreover, although she cherished resentments open and secret, she never forgot that she had won a prize "as men go." Many girls in Butte had wanted to marry Gregory Compton, not only because he had inherited a ranch of eleven hundred and sixty acres, but because, comprehensively, he was superior to the other young men of his class. He had graduated from the High School before he was sixteen; then after three years' work on the ranch under his unimaginative father, he had announced his intention of leaving the State unless permitted to attend the School of Mines in Butte. The old man, who by this time had taken note of the formation of his son's jaw, gave his consent rather than lose the last of his children; and for two years and a semester Gregory had been the most brilliant figure in the School of Mines.

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Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.