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The usualness of the thing that n, hgppﬂllng to her did not, however, mitigate the arrow of pun in Sierras heart, although “lore the first dawn of the new ‘gntury had spread against her Mmjow, she was to lie in her wide m m her wide room in e wide uwnswne house on Madison Ave- nue’ and try to apply the balm o! that consoling thought to her hurt- ing soul. y

Aﬂgf 31!, it wasnt the first, and t; would not be the last time. that on, o1 a pair of sisters had been 01,1159‘; to stand by, and see the other achieve the happiness she had coveted for herself.

Ngygls, poems, dramas, melo- dramns lmmcmurial, had been wound around such a theme.

AS B, matter of fact, in the days when Sierras mother had been pending a thousand tlollars a week on Paris clothes nnd giving pails or champagne to licr span oi horses before her afternoon drive through the park. Sierra could recall that her mother had once remarked to her two little daughters _- herself and her sister Florence __ns they sat opposite her with their backs w the coachmaxi and ' footman, that their father had originally been in love with her sister Sweet, who, while riding at a rodeo, had been thrown and instantly killed.

At this time, which was long be- {ore the inroads on her mother's mentality had begun to seem al- ﬂmlllﬂ, it had occurred to small Sierra that the flamboyant woman twirling her parasol and eager to be the cynosure of all eyes, must have suffered flamboyantly during John Baldwin's courtship o: her sister, Sweet.

lie chimes began to tilt out the century, Sierra fell to wondering if she, these many years later, were not Just repeating an old agony bequeathed to her by her mother. who, decades ago, in a mining town in the l-hgh Sierras, had suffered mrhsiege of this same kind of enl-

I: there were any types of wom- en more remote to her, and for that matter toh her sister Florence, then her mot er and this storied Aunt Bweet, who had been the tom-range shot of ten counties, then Blerrs could not imagine it.

Yet here she was, having in common with the flamboyant but pitiful woman her mother, upon whom madness uncompromising, final and fatal had swooped one night, the same sense of denial that must have been Mamie Tre- hsnes during» the months when her sister Sweet was being wooed by Jﬂhll Baldwin.

it was almost the first sense of kinship she had over felt. with the mitisndish mining camp woman, her mother, who simultaneously had been the laughingstock end olmracter woman of New York, and those parts of Europe ln which she had traveled in irrepressible magnificence during those first yesrs that Baldwin's copper began to yield in millions.

Florence, blonder than her moth- er had been, china-eyed as her mother had been, blue and gold snd pink as lier mother had been, was a. miniature and thoroughly tlevitalized version of the semillt- erste Mamlefrrehane, whose in- discretions of grammar, behavior end dress had set the whole town laughing.

Yet compared with the ivory- wlored Bierrs, with her large pdle bends (pads of calm), her level eyes and lier level lips, her sister Florence, standing fluttering be- side Burleigh for the toast of their Just announced-truth, was immed-

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age. How stranger than strange, eon- sidering the multiple interests

, Sierra. shared with Burleigh, that

he should be thus choosing to teke her sister Florence in marriage. The fact that Florence, with e mind es white as her voice, hsd no inkling that Sierra, high and mighty in her reserve ‘es the moun- tain for which she was named, would even deign to look with favor upon just a nice darling bw like Burleigh, did not make it appreciably easier,

To be sure, Florence was three years younger, breezy in the bright blond wey suggested by early portraits of their Wild West mother, but lacking in all that

er, which, however crudely, hsd motivated much of her mother's defensive socisl clowning. Goodness, it must simply mean that Burleigh, despite what had seemed s profundity in his chosen work slong social investigation lines, was something or s. nitwlt himself. That, or the lsw oi’ the sttrsction of opposites was more than pseudo-scientific twaddle. Florence end Burleign, standing there side by side those last fifteen m um ot the century, while the n s of their newly made and newly announced troth seemed to sparkle in the rococo old drawing room as the chssnpagnespsrkled in their raised glasses, were the

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product of five boarding schools and no diplomas, short, blonde, end with the threat of future pound- indicated in the charming flesh chirography curves and dimples; Burleigh, tall, lean and with that caring look in his thlrty-yesr-old eyes that sierra had found provoca lve.

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