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The Knights are wealthy, powerful, and desperate. As Valois hears Hardin's address, he appreciates the labor of years, in weaving the network which is to hold California, Arizona, and New Mexico for the South. Utah and Nevada are untenanted deserts. The Mormon regions are neutral and only useful as a geographical barrier to Eastern forces. Oregon and Washington are to be ignored.
The afterwork of Farragut and Porter paralyzed the Southern line of advance; and on the Peninsula, at Fredericksburg, at Resaca and Chancellorsville, Major-General Daniel Butterfield met in arms many of the men who listened to Hardin's gibes as to the outwitted Yankee mail contractors.
They are stained with his blood. I could not trust them to chances. I intended to return them to his child. I have never examined them." Joe bounds from his seat. "A ten-strike! Now, you take a look at them when we reach 'Frisco. If there are any to throw a light on his affairs, tell me. Don't breathe a word till I tell you. I will probe the matter. I'll break Hardin's lines, you bet."
Before another question can be asked, the colleagues of Hardin's leading lawyer hold a whispered colloquy with their chief. There is a breathless silence in the court. The principal attorney for the guardian asks the Court for a postponement of two weeks. "We were prepared to meet an inquiry into the legitimacy of the ward of our client.
Here it became obvious that Hardin would be chosen; nothing could be done for Baker at that time, but Lincoln, being against his will there in Baker's interests, took an opportunity in the bargaining that took place to advance Baker's claim, to the detriment of his own, to be Hardin's successor two years later.
"Good night, Persis," he said huskily, and he thought it more than his deserts when she answered him with her usual kindness, "Good night, Thomas." During the spring and summer Persis rose at half past five, and though she slept little the night following Thomas Hardin's disclosures, she refused to concede to her feeling of weariness so much as an extra half-hour.
Looking back at the life and land he leaves behind him, the old priest marvels at the utter uselessness of Philip Hardin's life. Apples of Sodom were all his treasures. His wasted gifts, his dark schemes, his sly plans, all gone for naught. Blindly driven along in the darkness of evil, his own hand pulled down his palace of sin on his head.
"Your Honor, we are prepared to show that the last young lady who has taken the stand, is Miss Isabel Valois." There is consternation in the assembly. Hardin's veins are knotted on his forehead. He stares blankly at the two girls. His eyes turn to Natalie de Santos. She is gazing as if the grave had given up its dead. Her cheeks whiten to ashes.
While Hardin paces the floor below, or toils at his cunningly worded papers, she feels she is in the hands of a master. Philip Hardin's late work is done. By the table he dreams over the future. Hortense will surely work his will. He will divest himself of the priest. He must open these mines. He will get rid of "Kaintuck;" but how? Dark thoughts come to him.
Apparently apprehensive that common sense would again yield the field to tradition, she flew: to the window. "Algie!" she shrieked. The boy came on the run. Something in Persis' voice made him aware that the occasion did not admit of trifling. "Algie, jump on your wheel and ride down to Mr. Hardin's store. Tell him that if it's convenient I'd like to see him this evening. Quick now."
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