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Jim Blaisdell shook his head and advised his friends to prepare for heavy weather. The reception of his counsel made him growl, "Asses!" a sweeping epithet that included David, who was not so deeply troubled as he should have been. Unfinished commissions kept him reasonably busy, and when they were concluded others would come to meet his needs. They always had; therefore, they always would.
"Put that plate back with the rest, Bob, you pop-eyed coyote," ordered Bad Pete. Bob, looking uneasy, started to do so, but Blaisdell waved him away. At that instant Jake Wren came back into the tent. "For the present, Jake," went on the assistant engineer, "serve only for seven in this tent. Pete is leaving us." "Do you mean " flared Pete, leaping to his feet and striding toward the engineer.
This was just the opportunity for which Houston had been waiting, and he entered upon his new work with a zest and enthusiasm that delighted Mr. Blaisdell, and even won the esteem of Morgan.
Jake Wren, at this moment, entered with a big platter of roast beef, Bob, the helper, following with dishes of vegetables. Then Bob came in with plates, which he placed before Blaisdell. The latter counted the plates, finding eight. "We shan't need this plate, Bob," declared Blaisdell evenly, handing it back. Then he began to carve.
He had found evidence of fraudulent transactions in the books of the company, and of these he had made careful memoranda, but so far, the greatest amount of evidence which he had secured, had been discovered in the old letters written by Mr. Blaisdell to other members of the company at Silver City, and received by him in return.
"Hush, child!" protested a duet of feminine voices softly; but the stranger, apparently ignoring the interruption, continued speaking. "I am gathering material for a book on the Blaisdell family." "The Blaisdell family!" repeated Mr. James Blaisdell, with cordial interest. "Yes," bowed the other. "It is my purpose to remain some time in your town.
Hattie had it repapered and repainted throughout and two new bathrooms put in. She said that, of course, very little of their old furniture would do at all. She was talking to Maggie Duff about it one day when Mr. Smith chanced to come in. She was radiant that afternoon in a handsome silk dress and a new fur coat. "You're looking very well and happy, Mrs. Blaisdell," smiled Mr.
Smith appeared to have many dates that needed verifying dates that were located in very diverse parts of the surrounding country. Miss Maggie also could not help noticing that Mr. Smith was getting very little new material for his Blaisdell book these days, though he still worked industriously over the old, retabulating, and recopying.
Together they explored cemeteries for miles around; and although Miss Maggie worried sometimes because they found so little Blaisdell data, Mr. Smith did not seem to mind it at all. In September Miss Flora moved into an attractive house on the West Side, bought some new furniture, and installed a maid in the kitchen all under Miss Maggie's kindly supervision.
In my time husbands and wives lived together." "It is an arrangement for the sake of economy, Mrs. Blaisdell tells me. It seems David had got into debt." "I should think," she said slowly, "Mrs. Quentin would find it economical to return." "Mother!" Jonathan started. "Just what do you mean?" "Her husband and you find Miss Summers quite agreeable, do you not?"
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