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Literary
December 30, 1929
The Daily Alaska Empire
Juneau, Juneau County, Alaska
What is this article about?
In a remote setting, Anne thanks a young man who kisses her hand goodbye, leaving her outraged. An old gold-miner named Sheb approaches and advises her to leave the man alone, implying she knows what he means.
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"I don't know how to thank you, I" she said.
"You needn't." he broke in. "Anyone would do the same."
Anne started to draw away her hand but he held it, raised it to his lips and kissed it deliberately.
"Goodbye. Miss Eye." He swept off his hat, turned and strode off up the trail, without a backward glance.
Anne stood motionless, watching until his big, easily swinging body was lost around a curve in the trail.
Her skin was on fire with that last hateful glance; her hand stung as if it had been plunged into a bed of nettles. Her pride and vanity had been outraged.
Biting her lips fiercely to keep back the angry tears, she turned to discover the old gold-miner and his dog just clambering up over the edge of the cliff. They advanced warily. On a long forked stick in front of him, Sheb carried Anne's tam-o'-shanter.
He proffered it still warily. Anne took it with the briefest thanks, pulled it down over her disordered hair and looked about for her gloves. Sheb draped his lanky body negligently against a tree.
"Missy," he said solemnly, "jes' you take my advice an' leave 'im be--leave 'im be."
Anne, busily engaged in putting on her gloves which she had located finally, snapped a fastener and glanced up. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about"
The old man eyed her keenly.
"Yes, I reckon' you do," he drawled with a gesture toward the trail the young man had taken. "Me an'
"You needn't." he broke in. "Anyone would do the same."
Anne started to draw away her hand but he held it, raised it to his lips and kissed it deliberately.
"Goodbye. Miss Eye." He swept off his hat, turned and strode off up the trail, without a backward glance.
Anne stood motionless, watching until his big, easily swinging body was lost around a curve in the trail.
Her skin was on fire with that last hateful glance; her hand stung as if it had been plunged into a bed of nettles. Her pride and vanity had been outraged.
Biting her lips fiercely to keep back the angry tears, she turned to discover the old gold-miner and his dog just clambering up over the edge of the cliff. They advanced warily. On a long forked stick in front of him, Sheb carried Anne's tam-o'-shanter.
He proffered it still warily. Anne took it with the briefest thanks, pulled it down over her disordered hair and looked about for her gloves. Sheb draped his lanky body negligently against a tree.
"Missy," he said solemnly, "jes' you take my advice an' leave 'im be--leave 'im be."
Anne, busily engaged in putting on her gloves which she had located finally, snapped a fastener and glanced up. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about"
The old man eyed her keenly.
"Yes, I reckon' you do," he drawled with a gesture toward the trail the young man had taken. "Me an'
What sub-type of article is it?
Prose Fiction
What themes does it cover?
Love Romance
Social Manners
What keywords are associated?
Romantic Tension
Hand Kiss
Old Miner Advice
Trail Farewell
Pride Outrage
Literary Details
Key Lines
"I Don't Know How To Thank You, I" She Said.
"You Needn't." He Broke In. "Any One Would Do The Same."
Anne Started To Draw Away Her Hand But He Held It, Raised It To His Lips And Kissed It Deliberately.
"Good Bve. Miss Eye." He Swept Off His Hat. Turned And Strode Off Up The Trail, Without A Backward Glance.
"Missy," He Said Soiemnly, "Jes' You Take My Advice An' Leave 'Im Be Leave 'Im Be."
"Yes, I Reckin' You Do," He Drawl Ed With A Gesture Toward The Trail The Young Man Had Taken. "Me An'"