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Updated: June 25, 2025
Glover walked with it to the window and read: "Doubleday's outfit wrecked early this morning on Pilot Hill while bucking. Head engine, the 927, McGraw, partly off track. Tender crushed the cab. Doubleday instantly killed and McGraw badly hurt. Morris Blood is reported to have been in the cab also, but cannot be found.
You're Barb Doubleday's daughter and Barb Doubleday is making war all the time on my friends and hiring men to assassinate them, and it doesn't seem right to me and it won't to other people, me sheltering Barb Doubleday's daughter with such things going on " "But, Belle " Belle raised her voice one key higher: "You needn't tell me, I know.
We had a "rollicking evening," as the fellows called it; which meant that after a noisy and extravagant tea at the Magpie we adjourned in a body to the performance, where we made quite as much noise as the rest of the audience put together, after which we finished up with a fish supper of Doubleday's ordering, at a restaurant, the bill for which came to two shillings a head.
Without setting much store by Doubleday's moral disquisition on the duty of the parents of Twins, I felt mollified by the half apology implied in his reference to yesterday's entertainment, and to the manner of his behaviour towards me now. It was clear he felt rather ashamed of himself and his cronies for their behaviour.
I come straight to you with them, just as I went from you, dear elder sister, with your love and blessing upon me, into the great, working world. "Send a line to meet me in New York at Frazer and Doubleday's, and let me know your exact whereabouts. I found Sherrett here, and had a run to Manchester with him to see Amy.
"You'll probably be hanged, whether you put up with it or not," was Mr Doubleday's retort, who, apparently desirous to change the conversation, suddenly rounded on me, as I was looking up and listening to the edifying dialogue. "Now then, young Batchelor, dawdling again. Upon my word I'll speak to Mr Barnacle about you. Mind, I mean what I say."
He was recounting, with occasional profanity, the mishaps of his trip, beginning with the late train. "Any passengers?" Kate heard the stranger ask. "Two women c'n y' beat it? One of 'em a girl for Doubleday's." "What can a girl be wanting at Doubleday's?" "D'no. Came off the train tonight." "The Double-draw is out." "Jing!" exclaimed Bradley, "it was there an hour ago."
Her warning had no effect. It was not meant to have any. She knew if he got to the mines and learned that her father was at the Junction he would return in no time to serve him. He was decently restrained now, but he swallowed her bait, hook and all: "Where do you think you can find horses?" he asked. "Where I work." "Where do you work?" "Sometimes here and sometimes up at Mr. Doubleday's cottage.
In the morning Henry told her a man had lingered around the lunch room until the lights were put out at ten o'clock. By that time he must have known every pine knot in the varnished ceiling. When peaceably put out of the room by the night man he had walked out on the platform to the post where the horses had stood and looked long across the tracks toward Doubleday's cottage on the hill.
Hawk hazarded a guess on another subject: "It looks like Van Horn putting in Stone over at Doubleday's." "It is Van Horn." Hawk looked in silence out of the open door at the distant snow-capped mountains. "Why don't you kill him, Jim?" he asked after a moment, possibly in earnest, possibly in jest, for his iron tone sometimes meant everything, sometimes nothing.
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