Sally of Missouri

Sally of Missouri, by R. E. Young

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SALLY OF MISSOURI
by
R. E. YOUNG

[Illustration]
New York: McClure, Phillips & Co.: Mcmiii
Copyright, 1903, by McClure, Phillips & Co.
Published, October, 1903

Dedicated to Florence Wickliffe

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. STEERING OF NEW YORK, 3
II. PINEY OF THE WOODS, 23
III. THE PROMISED LAND, 36
IV. FOR THE BENEFIT OF CARINGTON, 62
V. BOOM TIME IN THE TOWN THAT JACK BUILT, 73
VI. FATHER AND DAUGHTER, 95

VII. THE GARDEN OF DREAMS, 109
VIII. WHEN A GIRL FINDS HERSELF, 119
IX. GOOD-BYE! 137
X. WHO'S GOT THE TIGMORES? 153
XI. TALL THINGS, 170
XII. THE COLOSSUS OF CANAAN, 194
XIII. MISS SALLY MADEIRA'S SWEETHEART, 203
XIV. WHEN THE MEAL GAVE OUT, 222
XV. A MISTAKE SOMEWHERE, 242
XVI. MADEIRA'S PEACE, 251
XVII. JUST A BOY, 258
XVIII. A PRETTY PRECARIOUSNESS, 268
XIX. WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE, 274

SALLY OF MISSOURI

PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS IN THE STORY
Steering, of New York
Old Bernique, of French St. Louis
Piney, of the Woods
Crittenton Madeira, of Canaan

Sally, of Missouri
There are also some kind-hearted people: Farmers, Housewives,
Store-keepers, Miners, etc.

Chapter One
STEERING OF NEW YORK
"Hoo-ee-ow-ohme!"
It was half a sob, half a laugh, and, half sobbing, half laughing, the
young man stopped his horse on the crest of the Tigmore Hills, in the
Ozark Uplift, raised in his stirrups, and looked the country through and
through, as though he must see into its very heart. In the brilliant
mid-afternoon light the Southwest unrolled below him and around him
in a ragged bigness and an unconquered loneliness. As far as eye could
reach tumbled the knobs, the flats, the waste weedy places, the gullies,
the rock-pitted sweeps of table-land and the timbered hills of the Uplift.
The buffalo grass trembled across the lowlands in long, shaking billows
that had all the effect of scared flight. From the base of the Tigmores a
line of river bottom stretched westward, and beyond the bottom curved
a pale, quiet river. In the distance wraiths of blue smoke falteringly
bespoke the presence of people and cabins; on a cleared hill an object
that might be horse or dog or man was silhouetted, small and vague;
and in the farthest west the hoister of a deserted zinc mine cut up
against the sky a little lonely way. The near and dominant things were
constantly those tremulous, fleeing billows of grass, the straight strong
trees, the sullen rocks, the silent, shivering water.
"Hoo-ee-ow!"
It was too vast, too urgent. Waiting, ready, it lay there aggressively,
like a challenge. As the young man faced it, it claimed him, forcing
back his past life, his old habits, his old haunts, into the realm of myth
and moonshine. His old habits! His old haunts! They hung aloof in his
consciousness, shadow pictures, colourless and remote.... That zestful

young life at New Haven, the swift years of it, the fine last day of it,
Yale honours upon him, his enthusiasms cutting away into the future,
his big shoulders squared, his face set toward great things, the righting
of wrongs, grand reforms, the careers of nations.... A bachelor hotel; a
club whose windows looked out on the avenue; an office where
Carington and he had pretended to work down on Nassau Street;
drawing-rooms where Carington and he had pretended to be in love, on
various streets; the whole gay, meaningless panorama of his life as a
homeless, unplaced New York sojourner, who had considered that he
had too much money to be anything seriously and too little money to
do anything effectively.... Then another picture, jerking, mazy, a study
in kinematics--"Crazy Monday" on the Street, Carington and he swept
along in that day's whirlwind of speculation.... A blank in the panorama
while he got used to things and thought things out.... Then a wintry
twilight at the club, Carington and he by the window, talking it over,
looking out upon the drifted light of the city, loving the city, in the way
of