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Now he could hope for only a half-hour at the best. And if anything should happen to deprive him of that time; if anything should happen so that he should not get to court until after the case was closed, until after the verdict of the jury had been rendered, until after the law had declared him to be Robert Burnham's son; if anything should happen!
The people in the court-room began to whisper, "Hush!" fearing lest the noise of moving bodies might cause them to lose the boy's words. To Goodlaw it was all a mystery. He did not know how to begin the examination. He started at a venture. "Are you Robert Burnham's son?" "No, sir," replied Ralph, firmly. "I ain't." There was a buzz of excitement in the room.
Many miserable wives have husbands of that kind. Any woman of sense wants a man of sense but most of all she wants to be his first thought in life. And when she isn't it's usually because of selfishness or sensitiveness or stupidity on her part." "But look at the men who are who are " "Who are what?" Miss Gibbie's eyes met Mrs. Burnham's steadily. "Unfaithful? And why?
They had known each other from childhood, and her brothers-in-law have been Burnham's aids and companions in every part of Africa and the West. Neither at the time of their marriage nor since did Mrs. Burnham "lay a hand on the bridle rein," as is witnessed by the fact that for nine years after his marriage Burnham continued his career as sheriff, scout, mining prospector.
"Yes, Roland," Sam agreed meekly; "you mustn't keep your friend from his business. I'm glad you looked in, sir. You'll call again, I hope." "Thank you," said Burnham, moving toward the door. It was too much for Roland's sense of opportunity. He rolled in Burnham's wake, sullenly reluctant. "Say, Mr. Burnham," he exploded as they got to the door, "if you'll just offer Sam five " "That will do!"
It is an especially difficult case to deal with, because Miss Burnham's early associations dispose her to attach a superstitious importance to the malady the hysterical malady as some doctors would call it from which she suffers.
It takes money to do things of this kind. She says she is not rich. Where does the money come from?" Mrs. Pryor tapped the table on which her hands had rested and looked around with an answer-that-now-if-you-can air, and several started to answer. Mrs. Burnham's voice was clearest, however, and as she spoke those in front turned to hear her.
And even now, as he reads it by his camp-fire, I can see him squirm with embarrassment. Burnham's father was a pioneer missionary in a frontier hamlet called Tivoli on the edge of the Indian reserve of Minnesota. He was a stern, severely religious man, born in Kentucky, but educated in New York, where he graduated from the Union Theological Seminary. He was wonderfully skilled in wood-craft.
Lockwood paused outside the door. "Come 'long, Roland." "Yes, sir; right away; just a minute." Roland was lingering unwillingly, detained by Burnham's imperative hand. "What d'you want? I got to hurry." "What was he winking at me for?" demanded Burnham heatedly. "Have you ?" "Oh!" Roland laughed. "He wasn't winking. He can't help doing that. It's a twitchin' he's got in his eye.
When Ralph went to his work at the breaker on the morning after his return from Wilkesbarre, he was met with curious glances from the men, and wondering looks and abrupt questions from the boys. It had become generally known that he claimed to be Robert Burnham's son, and that he was about to institute proceedings, through his guardian, to recover possession of his share of the estate.
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