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Hubert's wish that the young man should not see him was unrealized, and he was speedily joined by him. "Hello, Gray," said Mr. Frothingham, affably. He was always affable to Hubert for obvious reasons. "I wonder if you are going to hear the Reverend Professor Cutting's lecture on the Higher Criticism? That's rather in your line, isn't it?
He carried every district in the county except two, and in nearly every district he ran far ahead of his ticket. Mr. Cutting's ability, however, is by no means fully indicated by the offices which he has held. He has never been an office seeker, but has preferred rather to work as a political leader.
Then suddenly the events of the night appeared to him in a new light. "That is of course if it's running," he stammered. "It's not running," said Peter. "And you take it from me, it won't run for a month or two. The tornado smashed the Dingo Creek bridge and tore up the line this side of it, too. Besides, the Long Cutting's full of sand. It'll take them a couple of weeks to clean that out."
Cutting's command of language, and the broad, square chin his determination and deliberation; the long line from the point of the chin to the crown of the head, his love of authority and his ability to lead and to rule.
"I've an engagement to take dinner with a bunch of the fellows. We're going down to the Inn. Sorry." A certain cold rigidity settled over Emma McChesney's face. She eyed her son in silence until his miserable eyes, perforce, looked up into hers. "I'm afraid you'll have to break your engagement," she said. She turned to face Mary Cutting's regretful, understanding gaze.
She knew she would find Mary Cutting there Mary Cutting, friend, counselor, adviser to every young girl in the great store and to all Chicago's silly, helpless "chickens." A dragon sat before Mary Cutting's door and wrote names on slips. But at sight of Emma McChesney she laid down her pencil. "Well," smiled the dragon, "you're a sight for sore eyes. There's nobody in there with her.
"These horses will die," said the corporal; but he seemed more interested in hunting for water for himself than in the struggles of the poor beasts. One of our Albanian guides was overwhelmed with the beauty of Cutting's silver-plated revolver. "How much did you pay for it?" "Thirty francs," said Cutting, shooting at the scenery.
"And remember, Prescott," called Simmons, "you've been aiding the county to-night, and the county will pay Doctor Cutting's bill." Valden and Simmons exchanged some words in an undertone, after which the latter deputy came over to where Prescott sat. "Valden tells me you have been interfering between him and Tag Mosher," began the officer. "How was it?"
Lordy! It will be a luxury to have a bath in a tub that doesn't make you feel as though you wanted to scrub it out with lye and carbolic. Come on, Mary Cutting." Mary Cutting's pink cheeks dimpled like a girl's. "You'll never grow up, Emma McChesney at least, I hope you never will. Sit there in the corner and be a good child, and I'll be ready for you in ten minutes."
It was a pert, trim, smart little hat. It made her thirty-six years seem less possible than ever, and her seventeen-year-old son an absurdity. It was four-thirty when she took the elevator up to Mary Cutting's office on the tenth floor.
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