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I know you hate committees, Madeline, and I'm not asking you to be on one " "You'd better not," interpolated Madeline, darkly, remembering the drudgery she had submitted to to make the Belden House play a success. "Just think up the idea," Marie went on, persuasively, "and I'll make a committee do the rest.
"On second thought, I don't believe it's a good thing for me to go home with you. It will only make further trouble for for us both." She was almost as direct as Belden had been. "I know what you mean. I saw Cliff follow you. He jumped you, didn't he?" "He overtook me yes." "What did he say?" He hesitated. "He was pretty hot, and said things he'll be sorry for when he cools off."
Marshall himself, meanwhile, talked the matter over with Belden and with Roger, when Roger came in to consider the assault on the stable and the policy of employing the police. "I don't know that I should depend too much on the city's detectives," he had observed; "but I will have them go down to the house, if you say."
Gryce, who in the short interim of my absence had altered his mood from the severe to the beneficent, received Mrs. Belden with just that show of respectful courtesy likely to impress a woman as dependent as she upon the good opinion of others. "Ah! and this is the lady in whose house this very disagreeable event has occurred," he exclaimed, partly rising in his enthusiasm to greet her.
The votes were counted, and Belden was one ahead. Moore claimed another count, and this time a mistake was discovered in the former count, but unfortunately it gave Belden a larger majority than before, and his adversary was forced to abandon the political fight. In the fifties I traveled from the North Yuba River to San Bernardino on different roads, and made many acquaintances and friends.
Slowly the minutes passed; eight o'clock struck, when, just as the last vibration ceased, there came a loud knock at the backdoor, and a little boy burst into the kitchen, crying at the top of his voice: "Papa's got a fit! Oh, Mrs. Belden! papa's got a fit; do come!" Rising, as was natural, I hastened towards the kitchen, meeting Mrs. Belden's anxious face in the doorway.
"My aunt is very trying," Belden began. "Oh, many people feel so about it," she assured him, "especially High Church people. She only did what she thought right." He drew a breath of relief. "You'll see she's not too tired?" he asked; and as he went to luncheon he wondered at the comfort he derived from her mute nod.
Ross decided that a "gentleman" would be silent under the suspicion of having been jilted, and that therefore he must be silent on that subject. "Not at all," said he. "I suppose you haven't heard yet that I'm engaged to Miss Howland, of Chicago." "Ah Really I congratulate you," said Belden.
But I soon gave up the effort in despair, and contented myself with listening to the sounds of awakening life which now began to make themselves heard in the house and neighborhood. As Q had closed the door after him, I could only faintly hear Mrs. Belden when she came down-stairs.
McFarlane met him at the hitching-bar, and it required but a glance for him to read in her face a troubled state of mind. "This has been a disastrous trip for Berrie," she said, after one of the hands had relieved the Supervisor of his horse. "In what way?" She was a bit impatient. "Mrs. Belden is filling the valley with the story of Berrie's stay in camp with Mr. Norcross."
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