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And he filled you up plumb full of Hardwick McVickar's notions, of course. I reckon that's about what he was told to do. But we won't fall apart on that, son. To-morrow we'll run down to the city, and you can look the ground over for yourself. I want you to draw your own conclusions, and then come and tell me what you'd like to do. Shall we leave it that way?"
He said at once that there was no opening of any sort, and seemed to consider her search foolish. "Chicago is no place to get a start," he said. "You ought to be in New York." Still she persisted, and went to McVickar's, where she could not find any one. "The Old Homestead" was running there, but the person to whom she was referred was not to be found.
Plague take it, why didn't Stuart give me a show needn't have tread on my heels this way." But Stuart, at the door, stopping only a half moment for a lost overcoat so he said was being presented to the ladies. And in Stuart's wake came others. It was amazing how many things had been lost oh the campus; or in Billy Hemphill and Hammie McVickar's rooms. Mrs. White began to feel nervous.
It was neither hostile nor friendly; on McVickar's part it was gruffly business-like. "Well, Senator, I'm here," was the follow-up of the perfunctory hand-shake. "Let's find a place where we can flail it out," and together the two entered an elevator.
"I shall need all the 'pull' I can get a little later on, sha'n't I?" "I shouldn't wonder if you did, son; I shouldn't wonder if you did. And I reckon you're doing pretty good work, too, mixing and mingling the way you do. Was it McVickar's idea, or your own this sudden splash into the social water-hole?"
A car inspector in greasy overalls and jumper was tapping the wheels with his long-handled hammer. "Whose car is this?" asked Blount. "'Tis Misther McVickar's, sorr the vice-prisidint av the coompany," said the man. Blount turned away, saying something which the hammer-man mistook for a word of thanks. So the vice-president had come, hastening upon the wing of occasions, it seemed.
He never moved but what, if there was any danger of his conduct being misconstrued or ill-reported, he looked carefully about him and counted the cost of every inch of conspicuity. The next morning at breakfast his son said: "I saw you, Governor, last night." "Were you at McVickar's?" said Hurstwood, with the best grace in the world. "Yes," said young George. "Who with?" "Miss Carmichael." Mrs.
But the vice-president won't say, and he's the one who has been doing all the dickering with the Honorable David. They quarrelled at first; I'd bet every dollar I've got on that. But I more than half-believe they've patched it up now, and I believe it was Mr. McVickar's quick swiping of Evan jerking him out from under his father's thumb the way he did that brought on the peace negotiations."
I want you to promise me that you will cut out all the deals, all the briberies, all the bargainings, all the " "Oh, say; see here!" protested the man under fire; "you've got the wrong pig by the ear, Evan. I'm not the Transcontinental Railway Company!" "I know you are not. But, to a greater degree than any other official in the local management, you have Mr. McVickar's confidence.
She got the location of several playhouses fixed in her mind notably the Grand Opera House and McVickar's, both of which were leading in attractions and then came away. Her spirits were materially reduced, owing to the newly restored sense of magnitude of the great interests and the insignificance of her claims upon society, such as she understood them to be. That night she was visited by Mrs.
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