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"Well," continued Morgan, "you probably will, in a day or two, he'll be likely to come up with the eastern party; and when you've seen him, you've seen the biggest rascal, and at the same time the slickest duck there is on this side of the divide, and I doubt if there's any on the other side can beat him. Old Blaisdell's pretty smooth, but he ain't a circumstance to Rivers.
"But such a business!" murmured the lady, with another shrug. "Then you can't tell me Mrs. Rufus Blaisdell's surname?" "No. But Jim Oh, I'll tell you who will know," she broke off interestedly; "and that's Maggie Duff. You saw her here a few minutes ago, you know. Father Duff's got all of Mother Blaisdell's papers and diaries. Oh, Maggie can tell you a lot of things. Poor Maggie!
"Tom, be careful not to string Bad Pete so hard, or, one of these days, you'll get him so mad that he won't be able to resist drilling you through with lead." "Let's go over to the cook tent and either beg or steal something to eat," proposed Reade. It was two hours later when a rodman rode hurriedly into camp. "Hey, you cubs," he called, "come and help me get Mr. Blaisdell's bed ready for him.
Under the big, blond mustache of the Englishman, a pair of lips curled scornfully, and his eyes rolled wildly for a moment, but that was all. As the gentlemen gathered around the dump, the last vestige of Mr. Blaisdell's irritation seemed to have disappeared, as he blandly expatiated upon the quantity and quality of the ore.
Jean watched him ride to the house watched the meeting between him and his lifelong friend. There floated out to Jean old Blaisdell's roar of rage. Then out on the green of Grass Valley, where a long, swelling plain swept away toward the village, there appeared a moving dark patch. A bunch of horses! Jean's body gave a slight start the shock of sudden propulsion of blood through all his veins.
The man fell back, so sudden and so astounding was the change that had come to the woman opposite him. She was leaning forward in her chair, her lips trembling, her eyes a smouldering flame. "What if I had insisted on my rights, all the way up?" she quivered. "Would I have come home that first time from college? Would I have stepped into Mother Blaisdell's shoes and kept the house?
"When you what?" It was a rather startled question from Mr. Smith. "Oh, didn't you know? There's another letter to be opened in two years from now, disposing of the rest of the property. And he was worth millions, you know, millions!" "But maybe he er Did it say you were to to get those millions then?" "Oh, no, it didn't SAY it, Mr. Smith." Mrs. Harriet Blaisdell's smile was a bit condescending.
Smith was eyeing her with a quizzical smile. "Oh, no, no, indeed!" Mrs. Blaisdell's answer was promptly emphatic. "And I hope I shall be found worthy of the gift, and able to handle it wisely." "Er-ah you mean " Mr. Smith was looking slightly taken aback. "I mean that I regard wealth as one of the greatest of trusts, to be wisely administered, Mr. Smith," she amplified a bit importantly.
I worked in the Silver City office as bookkeeper for a year before coming out here, and six months of that time I boarded in Blaisdell's family; and as his wife hates Rivers' wife, and couldn't say enough about her, I knew about as much of one family as the other before I came away." "Does Mr.
Blaisdell's interest in violins but with this difference: violins in the abstract with her became A violin in the concrete with him; and he must hear it at once. Mrs.
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