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The cookes cried hot ribbes of beef roasted, pies well baked, and other victuals: there was clattering of pewter pots, harpe, pipe, and sawtrie." Alas! how sadly is the scene changed since the roaring days of Falstaff and old Stow!
Harpe guessed that he winced inwardly at the resounding slaps upon his back and the congratulations or that his heart all but failed him when he saw his bride-to-be in her bobinet veil, a flush upon her broad face and following his every movement with adoring eyes. To all but Dr.
Obviously the prospect did not wholly please him. "Go to Jack Harpe easy like," suggested the girl. "Don't tell him too much, just enough to show yo're meanin' what you say. I'd do it myself only he'd laugh at me. He's one of those gents a woman has to shoot before they'll believe she's in earnest. He ain't the only one, they's another just like him in town.... Nemmine who. You go to Jack Harpe.
Harpe?" Watching her face, Symes saw the change which flashed over it with his question. "Like her! Like Dr. Harpe?" She took a step toward him, and the intensity in her voice startled him. Her little gray eyes seemed to dart sparks as she answered "I come nearer hatin' her than I ever have any human bein'!" "But why?" he persisted.
The party moved in a northerly and westerly course, by hills, forests, and prairies, passed two branches of the Wichita, and on the 3d of September came to a river which La Harpe calls the southwest branch of the Arkansas, but which, if his observation of latitude is correct, must have been the main stream, not far from the site of Fort Mann.
"He knows I'm lyin'," she muttered, and though the heat was unusual, she closed the door behind her. The muffled sound of beating fists drew her to the cellarway. "Nell let me out! Quick! Open the door!" Nell Beecroft took a key from her apron pocket and demanded harshly as she turned it in the lock: "What's the matter with you, anyhow?" Dr. Harpe stumbled blinking into the light.
And when I come here to Piegan City and heard you had hired a man to live on yore claim and then got a look at him without him knowing it the rest was easy." "But what," inquired Mr. Pooley, perplexedly, "has Wells Fargo to do with this business?" "Anybody that knows Bill Smith alias Jack Harpe as well as you do," spoke up Mr. Johnson, grimly, "is bound to be of interest to Wells Fargo."
Mme. de Genlis, who was often there, took notes, according to her custom, and has left an interesting record of conversations that were remarkable not only for brilliancy, but for the thoughtful wisdom of the comments upon men and things. La Harpe read a great part of his works in this salon.
"Essie's mighty well liked here," Mrs. Terriberry returned quickly. "Popularity is a mighty uncertain asset in a small town." "Don't forget that yourself, Doc," returned Mrs. Terriberry, nettled by her tone. Dr. Harpe laughed good-naturedly; she had no desire to antagonize Mrs. Terriberry. She watched the Dago Duke hold up a warning finger as Essie placed the heavy hotel dishes before him.
He had left his saddle-blanket out all night, he mentioned to Swing in the hearing of Jack Harpe. He was gone five minutes. When he returned, strangely enough minus the saddle-blanket, he was in time to see Piney Jackson dart round the corner of the blacksmith shop, cup his hand at his mouth, and raise a stentorian bellow for Jake Rule.
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