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"It's Goodloe, talking from his station office at Little Butte," replied the mine owner. "The despatcher has just called him up to say that Lidgerwood left Angels in his service-car, running special, at eight-forty, which would figure it here at about eleven, or a little later." "Who is running it?" inquired the other man rather anxiously, Judson decided. "Williams and Bradford.
She bore the number 1 upon her satin side, and dropping my eyes to my program I read: 1. Très Jolie b. m. by Hamilton dam Alberta. John C. Dillon, Lexington, Kentucky. "What sort of jockey is Manders?" I asked Blister. "Good heady boy," was the reply. "Virginia, oh, Virginia, isn't she a lamb?" gasped Mrs. Dillon. "She's a stuck-up miss," said Miss Goodloe in an even tone, and I almost hated her.
"'Please let dis lady pass, I hears some one say, 'n' here comes Liza helpin' Miss Goodloe through the crowd. When Liza sees me I ducks 'n' holds up my arm like I'm dodgin' somethin'. She grins till her mouth looks like a tombstone factory. "'I clean fohgot to bring dat pokah wid me, she says. 'Hyar you is, Miss Sally. "I don't hardly know Miss Goodloe.
He put her into their strong embrace and I pressed her head down upon my shoulder in a great tenderness I had never felt before, while Nickols, with a long, hunted look at us both, crawled into the crumbling ruin and crouched under the beam as Gregory Goodloe directed him.
Goodloe came back to the telephone when the train clatter had died away, and took up the broken conversation. "Are you there yet, John?" he called. And when Judson's yelp answered him: "All right; now, what was it you were trying to tell me about the special?" Judson did not swear; the seconds were too vitally precious. He merely repeated his warning, with a hoarse prayer for haste.
And it had also been like that with most of the scars in the lives of the bereaved; they ached, but they had been covered with a courage to go on building again until the new structure could be complete. I think something of this feeling was in the minds of most of the people as they began to assemble around Goodloe Chapel long before the time for its opening.
"Then may I offer myself to the prisoner to conduct his defense?" father demanded, and he looked over at Jed, who in turn looked at Mr. Goodloe before he nodded. "Then shoot ahead, stranger. Jim have told all they is about it, but you can have Hi and Bud Turner sworn in and git any more they have got to say. Them men speaks truth when they speaks."
"City Council voted the appropriation to meet Cockrell's and my donation for the schoolhouse, contracts have been signed and dirt is to be broken to-morrow by Henry Todd and thirty workmen Nickols has ordered down from the city," father announced, with jubilation in his voice. "We thought Goodloe was here in the garden with you."
"Because," said he, "in calculating the point on the river where your line would strike you neglected to allow for the variation. The variation there would be nine degrees west. Let me have your pencil." Goodloe Banks figured rapidly on the back of an envelope. "The distance, from north to south, of the line run from the Spanish mission," said he, "is exactly twenty-two miles.
"The sun's goin' down when we starts fur the depot, Uncle Jake drivin', 'n' me settin' behind, leadin' the colt. The sunlight's red, 'n' when it hits that chestnut colt he shines like copper. Say, but he was some proud peacock! "I sends word to Miss Goodloe we're comin', 'n' she's waitin' at the gate. The colt nickers when he sees her, 'n' she comes 'n' takes the lead strap from me.
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