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Updated: May 27, 2025
The title of Fielding's little book, dedicated to Lord Hardwick, and published about January 22, is An Enquiry into the Causes of the late Increase of Robbers &c. with some Proposals for remedying this growing Evil. In which the Present Reigning Vices are impartially exposed; and the Laws that relate to the Provision for the Poor and to the Punishment of Felons are largely and freely examined.
She came from over Hardwick way, and I think she kep' 'em kind of decent-behaved as long as she was round; but she got wore out a doin' of it, an' went down to her grave in a quick consumption. My mother set up with her the night she died. It was in May, towards the latter part, and an awful rainy night. It was the storm that always comes in apple-blossom time.
They lit this and examined the stall. There was no feed in the box, no hay in the manger. The saddle was on Gray Stoddard's horse; the bit in his mouth; he was tied by the reins to his stall ring. The two men looked at each other with lengthening faces. "Stoddard's too good a horseman to have done that," spoke Hardwick slowly. "And too kind a man," supplied MacPherson loyally.
Hardwick saw her, he asked how much space he should have to reserve for the romance in high life; but she told him there was nothing in the case, so far as she could see, to interest any sane reader. Here matters rested for a fortnight; then the girl received an urgent note from Cadbury Taylor, asking her to call at his office next day promptly at four o'clock.
"A month or six weeks," was the reply. "But," said Jack, his suspicions returning, "I have been told that Ida has twice called at a baker's shop in this city, and, when asked what her name was, answered Ida Hardwick. You don't mean to say that you pretend to be her mother?" "Yes, I do," returned Peg, calmly. "It's a lie," said Jack, vehemently. "She isn't your daughter."
We laughed, although I felt tremendously proud of the professor, having had no idea he was such a wonder; and Hardwick said, bowing: "Then help yourself so I, also, may be helped. But let me take one for my government and, when you finish with the other, mail it to me with your report. I shall appreciate your assistance, really." Monsieur was delighted.
Grain was poured into the box, and then water offered. "He won't drink," murmured the Scotchman. "D'ye see, Hardwick? He won't drink. You can't come into Cottonville without crossing a stream. This fellow's hoofs have been wet within an hour yes, within the half-hour."
My apprehension was more confirmed when Hardwick, a shade less cordial, said: "As a United States official, I should like to hear your views about these." Now Tommy looked across at me and I saw that he was awake.
Jennie, however, did not laugh and did not look up at him, but continued to scribble shorthand notes on the paper before her. "Ah, Mr. Hardwick!" she said with a sigh, "I see you have discovered my secret, although I had hoped to conceal it even from your alert eyes.
Hardwick didn't give you this gown, I'll be bound!" said Aunt Rachel. "Oh, I've so much to tell you," said Ida, breathlessly. "I've found my mother my other mother!" A pang struck to the honest hearts of Timothy Harding and his wife. Ida must leave them. After all the happy years which they had watched over and cared for her, she must leave them at length.
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