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Those of us who were fortunate enough to possess a set of nicked blue dishes, a warming pan, or a tall clock with wooden wheels, have long ago parted with these treasures for considerable sums. Oddly enough Sylvanus Cahoon has profited most by this craze. Sylvanus used to be judged the unluckiest man in town; of late this judgment has been revised.
This was Father's own personal affair. No one knows of it but Mr. Davis." "How about them instructions?" this from Cahoon. "Tell him yes, tell him Mr. Colton cannot leave here at present and that he must use his own judgment, go ahead on his own responsibility. That is the only thing I see to do, Miss Colton.
"Or, if it does, it only makes it worse. I know where I'm goin', but but I'll go with a clean manifest, anyhow. I'll tell you the whole thing. I promised the dead I would and I will. Thankful Cahoon, I've been a bad man to you. I swore my solemn oath as a Christian to one that was my best friend, and I broke it.
Then I stepped to the door of the private office, made sure that it was shut, came back, sat down in the chair before the desk which Mr. Matthews had put at my disposal, and read the letter from beginning to end. This is what I read: "Captain Barnabas Cahoon. "Sir: "You are my nearest relative, my mother's father, and I, therefore, address this letter to you. I know little concerning you.
You appear to take certain things for granted in your your dealings with Miss Cahoon and myself, things which which I cannot countenance or permit." She had been walking slowly. Now she stopped short. I stopped, too, because she did. "What do you mean?" she asked. "What things?" She was looking me through and through. Again I hesitated, and my hesitation did not help matters.
"Here he is, Miss Cahoon," she said. "He's come back, ma'am. He's here." "Of course I'm here, Charlotte," I said. "You didn't suppose I had run away, did you?... Why why, Hephzy, what is the matter?" For Hephzy was coming to meet me, her hands outstretched and on her face an expression which I did not understand sorrow, agitation yes, and pity were in that expression, or so it seemed to me.
The young lady herself appeared in the doorway. SHE had not slept, that was plain. Her face was pale and there were dark shadows beneath her eyes. As I looked at her I was more ashamed of my own unpremeditated nap than ever. Yet she was, as the doctor had said, calm and uncomplaining. She even smiled as she greeted us. "Good morning," she said. "Your breakfast is ready, Mr. Cahoon.
I had said it, unfortunately, and it could not be unsaid now without many explanations. So I nodded. "She doesn't er behave like an American. She hasn't the American manner, I mean to say. Now Miss Cahoon has er she has " "Miss Cahoon's manner is American. So is mine; we ARE Americans, you see." "Yes, yes, of course," hastily. "When are you and I to have the nine holes you promised, Knowles?"
Cahoon read off the message as the receiver clicked. "You are insane. Buying at such prices will be suicide." "Tell him no. Tell him to let it leak out that Colton is seizing the opportunity to clinch his control of the road. The other crowd will think, if he is willing to buy at any price, that he cannot be so short as they supposed. Send all that, Phin.
Even our own has some, doubtless, though I can't recall any at the moment." Heathcroft stroked his mustache. "Oh," he drawled, "we have some, possibly; but our breakfasts are not as queer as the American breakfasts. You mustn't mind my fun, Miss Cahoon, I hope you're not offended." "Not a bit," was the calm reply.
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