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Harpe spoke lightly and there was a smile upon her straight lips, but earnestness, a kind of warning, was in her eyes. A clatter of tinware at the kitchen window attracted Symes's attention as he came from the bedroom. "What's the matter, grandmother?" he asked in the teasing tone he sometimes used in speaking to her. "Not the cooking sherry, I hope." She did not smile at his badinage.
"Well, of course, you don't have to answer," said the judge, gallantly. "But alla same, Marie, you hadn't oughta used a gun on him. It it ain't ladylike. Nawsir. Don't you do it again or I'll send you to Piegan City. Ten dollars or ten days." "What?" Thus Jack Harpe, astonished beyond measure. "Ten dollars or ten days," repeated Judge Dolan. "Taking a shot at you is worth ten dollars but no more.
Your chance will come, Harpe, you'll wear the orange blossoms now you've set your mind on it, and, if the chance doesn't come soon you'll have to make it." The slender, mild-mannered young man to whom Symes was introduced in the office of Mudge, the promoter, was not a person Symes himself would have singled out as one entrusted with the handling and investment of the funds of a great estate.
The girl hesitated for an instant, then with an enigmatical smile extended her hand, but there was nothing enigmatical in the sidelong look which Van Lennop gave Dr. Harpe, a look that, had she seen it, would for once have made her grateful for her sex.
And even with her own boastful words there came a pang which had its source in a knowledge her dance with Symes had brought her. Something was dead within her! That something was the spirit of youth, and with it had gone the best of Emma Harpe. Crowheart was surprised but not shocked when the engagement of Andy P. Symes to the blacksmith's sister was announced. It saw no mésalliance in the union.
On the one side we have a sheer mystic and idealist in the person of Alexander I, with all kinds of visionary characters at his side La Harpe, who was his tutor, a Jacobin pure and simple, and a fervent apostle of the teachings of Jean Jacques Rousseau; Czartoryski, a Pole, sincerely anxious for the regeneration of his kingdom; and Capo d'Istria, a champion of Greek nationality.
Terriberry apologetically as she placed the dishes before her. "But she seems awful set on not waitin' on you." Dr. Harpe dropped her eyes for an instant. "It's up to her." "She's as good-natured as anybody I ever saw but she's high-strung, too; she's got a temper." Dr. Harpe lifted a shoulder. "She'd better have my friendship than my enmity, even if she has a temper."
Terriberry avoided her eyes; it was even harder than she had anticipated. Why hadn't she let "Hank" Terriberry tell her himself! Mrs. Terriberry was one of that numerous class whose naturally kind hearts are ever warring with their bump of caution. She was sorry now that she had been so impulsive in telling him all that Dr. Harpe had whispered over the afternoon tea at Mrs.
Maybe we'll find something else." They did find something else. They found a document caught in the end seam. They read it with care and great interest. "Well," said Racey, when he came to the signatures, "no wonder Jack Harpe and Jakey Pooley wanted to get into the safe. No wonder. If we don't get the whole gang now we're no good." "And to think we never thought of such a thing." "I was took in.
"So much the better," returned the abbé, "for then we shall have an Orlando and also an Orlandino," was the keen answer. The public attention was stimulated by the war of pamphlets, lampoons, and newspaper articles. Many of the great literati were Piccinists, among them Marmontel, La Harpe, D'Alembert, etc. Suard du Rollet and Jean Jacques Rousseau fought in the opposite ranks.
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