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"He shall see me when it suiteth me," said Mr. Headley coolly. "He wotteth well that Hillyer hath none who can burnish plate armour like Tibble here." "Moreover the last iron we had from that knave Mepham is nought. It works short under the hammer." "That shall be seen to, Kit. The rest of the budget to-morrow. I must on to my mother."
On one occasion, in talking about this to my staff officers, all of whom were civilians without any military education whatever, I said that I would give anything if I were commanding a brigade of cavalry in the Army of the Potomac and I believed I could do some good. Captain Hillyer spoke up and suggested that I make application to be transferred there to command the cavalry.
"It puts me past my patience," said he, turning into Tibble's special workshop one afternoon. "Here hath Mistress Hillyer of the Eagle been with me full of proposals that I would give my poor wench to that scapegrace lad of hers, who hath been twice called to account before the guild, but who now, forsooth, is to turn over a new leaf." "So I wis would the Dragon under him," quoth Tibble.
The funeral exercises were held in the little brick Methodist church where his wife and daughter had worshiped. The funeral was simple, according to his wishes. A large number of public men in Georgia attended the services. Dr. Hillyer, a prominent Baptist divine and classmate of General Toombs, assisted in the services. Rt. Rev.
Marion's face was averted from Hillyer, and her eyes were fixed, not on the soft alternations of color in the sky, but on Thunder Mountain, where the only clouds to be seen in all the expanse of blue lay low upon its uncompromising head. "Marion!" said Hillyer, at length.
Slowly and patiently he urged the frightened pony toward the automobile until, after many setbacks and panics, he had brought him near enough for conversation. "There now, Peanuts!" he said to the prancing animal. "You see you were quite mistaken." Then, to Hillyer and Marion: "He's a little like myself. He doesn't really believe in ghosts, but he's dreadfully afraid of them."
"He's going to " She laughed softly, but with just a little tremor in her voice "He's going to look after the cattle." Hillyer saw that her blue eyes were moist. "He's the best man in the world, and I love him," she said, looking at Hillyer with a soft appeal. "You believe that, don't you?" "Indeed I do, Mrs. Huntington," Hillyer answered heartily.
"I'll go there right enough!" he bellowed. "I'll go, when I get ready. I'll go when he's able to stand up and take what's coming to him. As for her you can take her things, and her trunks too, while you're about it." Hillyer gazed at him dumbfounded for just a breath of time. Then his own face flamed. "Quite right, Mr. Huntington!" he said, taking a step toward him.
From the window of the ranch house Claire and Hillyer, silent, watched him until he had flung himself into the saddle, dug the spurs into the flanks of his favorite and now astonished black horse, and disappeared up the hill. "Where's he going?" asked Hillyer, suspicious that Huntington meant mischief. Claire drew back from the window with a sigh of relief.
Difference in views between the members of the firm on the questions of the day, and general hard times in the border cities, had broken up this firm. Hillyer was quite a young man, then in his twenties, and very brilliant. I asked him to accept a place on my staff. I also wanted to take one man from my new home, Galena.
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