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She knit her brow for a second but she did not betray an instant's indecision. "I think we should have regular market reports," she announced, thoughtfully. "I am sure Mr. Harkless would approve. Don't you think he would?" She turned to Parker. "Market reports!" Mr. Fisbee exclaimed. "I should never have thought of market reports, nor, do I imagine, would either of my my associates.
Boswell formed a little court around her. Lige Willetts rode up on horse back at the same moment, and the judge was waiting in front of the gate. Harkless stepped out of the barouche and took his hand. "I was told young Fisbee was here." "Young Fisbee is here," said the judge. "Where, please, Briscoe?" "Want to see him right off?" "I do, very much." "You'll withdraw his discharge, I expect, now?"
Fisbee stopped, dumfounded, but the foreman, after stammeringly declining an invitation to partake, alleging that his own meal awaited, sped down to the printing-room, and seized upon Bud Tipworthy with a heavy hand. "Where did all that come from, up there?" "Leave go me! What 'all that'?" "All that tea and chicken and salad and wafers all kinds of things; sardines, for all I know!"
Stagnation and picturesqueness will flee together; it is the history of the Indiana town. Already the 'Herald' is clamoring with Schofields' Henry you remember the bell-ringer? for Main Street to be asphalted. It will all come. The only trouble with young Fisbee is that he has too much ability." "And yet the daily will not succeed?" "No.
Fisbee read the letter with a great, rising delight which no sense of duty could down; indeed, he perceived that his sense of duty had ceased to conflict with the one strong hope of his life, just as he perceived that to be a man, according to Martha Sherwood, was, in part, to assist Martha Sherwood to have her way in things; and, for the rest, to be the sort of man she persuaded herself she would be were she not a woman.
"Never to think a blame thing about dinner for her!" Parker continued, remorsefully. "And her a lady that can turn off copy like a rotary snowplough in a Dakota blizzard! Did you see the sheets she's piled up on that desk?" "There is no cafe nothing in Plattville, that could prepare food worthy of her," groaned Fisbee. "Nothing!" "And we never thought of it. Never made a single arrangement.
"Who's with him, to-night, Mr. Fisbee?" asked Judge Briscoe in a low voice. "No one. He is going directly to the office. To-morrow is Thursday, one of our days of publication." "Oh, then it's all right. Climb in, Minnie, we're waiting for you." The judge offered his hand to his daughter. "In a moment, father," she answered. "I'm going to ask him to call," she said to the other girl.
Meredith wondered as much as did Harkless where Fisbee had picked up the journalistic "young relative" who signed his extremely business-like missives in such a thundering hand.
It made his eyes yearn for the sight of her with an ache that was physical. And even at that moment, he saw, far ahead of them on the road, two figures standing in front of the brick house. One was unmistakable at any distance. It was that of old Fisbee; and the other was a girl's: a light, small figure without a hat, and the low, western sun dwelt on a head that shone with gold.
"Mismanagement, I hope," said the other, in a strong voice. "Worse, perhaps. It's this young Fisbee. I can't think what's come over the fellow. I thought he was a rescuing angel, and he's turning out bad. I'll swear it looks like they'd been well, I won't say that yet. But he hasn't printed that McCune business I told you of, and he's had two days.
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