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Updated: June 7, 2025
I stuck it out, hoping for a change for the better; I couldn't bear to close down my mill and logging-camps, for the reason that I could stand the loss far more readily than the men who worked for me and depended upon me. But the market dragged in the doldrums, and Bill Henderson died, and his boys got discouraged, and " A sudden flash of inspiration illumined Bryce Cardigan's brain.
She was deeply concerned in McTrigger and had come to express her gratitude. He listened. Distant footsteps sounded in the hall. They approached quickly and paused outside his door. A hand moved the latch, but for a moment the door did not open. He heard Cardigan's voice, then Cardigan's footsteps retreating down the hall. His heart thumped.
The firelight fading and brightening: Thorold took care of the fire; the gleam of the gaslight on the rows of books; Miss Cardigan's comfortable figure gone to sleep in the corner of her chair; and the figure which ever and anon came between me and the fire, piling or arranging the logs of wood, and then paced up and down just behind me. There was no sleep for my eyes, of course.
He broke off abruptly, for he had just remembered that he was to dine at the Pennington house the following Thursday and he was not the sort of man who smilingly breaks bread with his enemy. For many years there had been installed in Cardigan's mill a clock set to United States observatory time and corrected hourly by the telegraph company.
Safely beyond that, no one could see him from the windows of the hospital. He walked swiftly. Twenty paces, thirty, forty and he stopped as suddenly as the half-breed's bullet had stopped him weeks before. Round the end of Cardigan's fuel house came a figure. It was Mercer. He was twirling his little cane and traveling quietly as a cat. They were not ten feet apart, yet Kent had not heard him.
I got into a brown study, and was waked out of it by Miss Cardigan's "What is it, my dear?" "Ma'am?" I said. "Ye are studying some deep question," she said, smiling. "Maybe it's too big for you." "So it is," said I, sighing. "Is it so everywhere, Miss Cardigan?" "So how, my bairn?" "Is there so much trouble everywhere in the world?" Her face clouded over.
And to be perfectly frank with you, Shirley, I do not want Cardigan's timber in Township Nine given back its value through accessibility provided by the N.C.O. If that road is not built, Cardigan's timber in Township Nine will be valuable to us, but not to another living soul.
Usually he was at the barracks an hour or so earlier. Kent made no effort to figure out a reason for Kedsty's lateness, but he did observe that after his arrival there was more than the usual movement between the office door and the outside of the barracks. Once he was positive that he heard Cardigan's voice, and then he was equally sure that he heard Mercer's. He grinned at that.
"Just as moral as they ever were, Mrs. Cardigan, but they've got more opportunity." The saying, so cryptically cynical, received a little laugh from Imogen, a slight opening of Jack Cardigan's mouth, and a creak from Soames' chair. Winifred said: "That's too bad, Prosper." "What do you say, Mrs. Forsyde; don't you think human nature's always the same?"
Had me over this afternoon, and we smoked a cigar together. When I told him that I looked in at your window last night and saw you going through a lot of exercises, he jumped up as if some one had stuck a pin in him. 'Why, I thought he was sick bad! he said. And I let him know there were better ways of making a sick man well than Cardigan's. 'Give them plenty to eat, I said.
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