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"If he's gone away, he's gone to get something; and whatever it happens to be, he'll be likely to bring it back with him, Father." Old Mrs. Hutchinson's letter had supplied much detail, but when her son and grand-daughter arrived in the village of Temple Barholm they heard much more, the greater part of it not in the least to be relied upon.
He felt that, as an Englishman, he had a certain dignity to maintain. He knew something about big estates and their owners. He was not like these common New York chaps, who regarded them as Arabian Nights tales to make jokes about. He had grown up as a village boy in proper awe of Temple Barholm. They were ignorant fools, this lot. He had no patience with them.
Jem Temple Barholm laughed outright at the gleam in his eyes. "No, I shouldn't care a hang, dear fellow. And the fact that I objected would not stop the story." "No, it wouldn't, by gee! Say, I'll get Ann to help me, and we'll send it to the man who took my place on the Earth. It'll mean board and boots to him for a month if he works it right. And it'll be doing a good turn to Galton, too.
Many an honest penny was turned, with the assistance of the romantic Temple Barholm case, by writers of paragraphs for newspapers published in the United States.
He had left the village and gone to work in Manchester when he was a boy of twelve, but as long as he had remained in his mother's cottage it had been only decent good manners for him to touch his forehead respectfully when a Temple Barholm, or a Temple Barholm guest or carriage or pony phaeton, passed him by. And this chap was Mr. Temple Temple Barholm himself! Lord save us!
"Do you want me to drop down dead here with a dull, sickening thud, Ann? "You're not going to drop down dead," she replied convincedly. "You're going to stay here and do whatever it's your duty to do, now you've come into Temple Barholm." "Am I?" he answered. "Well, we'll see what I'm going to do when I've had time to make up my mind.
"I it is really impossible." Mr. Palford hesitated. "As to steerage, my dear Mr. Temple Barholm, you you can't." Tembarom got up and stood with his hands thrust deep in his pockets. It seemed to be a sort of expression of his sudden hopeful excitement. "Why not " he said. "If I own about half of England and have money to burn, I guess I can buy a steerage passage on a nine-day steamer."
"But you've got one like your own. And it's a good head when you try to think steady. Yours is a man's head, and mine's only a woman's." "It's Little Ann Hutchinson's, by gee!" said Tembarom, with feeling. "Listen here, Mr. Tem Temple Barholm," she went on, as nearly disturbed as he had ever seen her outwardly. "It's a wonderful thing that's happened to you. It's like a novel.
There still remained details to be enlarged upon before Palford himself returned to Lincoln's Inn and left Mr. Temple Barholm to the care of the steward of his estate. It was not difficult to talk to him when the sole subject of conversation was of a business nature. Before they parted for the night the mystery of the arrangements made for Strangeways had been cleared. In fact, Mr.
You couldn't make it true if you sat up all night to do it." "When I go into the business details of the matter tomorrow morning you will realize the truth of it," said Mr. Palford. "Seventy thousand pounds a year and Temple Barholm are not unsubstantial facts." "Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars, my lad that's what it stands for!" put in Mr. Hutchinson.
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