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The third man was asked to leave his name and address; the editor would write to him. Number four was told that if he would set down his proposition in writing, and send it in to Mr. Hardwick, it would have that gentleman's serious consideration. The fifth man was not so easily disposed of. He insisted upon seeing the editor, and presently disappeared inside with the clerk.
He stiffened his shoulders and found old Donald Hardwick and Stampede Smith. He did not leave them until the Nome had landed her passengers and freight and was churning her way out of Gastineau Channel toward Skagway. Then he went to the smoking-room and remained there until luncheon hour. Today Mary Standish was ahead of him at the table.
"We shall know better how to appreciate her when we get her back," said her husband. "What time do you expect her home, mother? What did Mrs. Hardwick say?" "Why," said Mrs. Harding, hesitating, "she didn't say as to the hour; but I guess she'll be along in the course of the afternoon." "If we only knew where she had gone, we could tell better when to expect her."
The Honorable David rose slowly and snapped the cigar ash into the fire. "I'm right sorry, Hardwick, but this is one time when I reckon we'll have to have what you might call the spot cash. Promises don't go. You're too good a fighter to be allowed to get up merely because you've hollered 'enough. Come on into your telegraph-shop and let me hear you dictate that string of 'come-off' orders.
His sister-in-law screamed faintly, then cowered in her chair and stared at him mutely. But Mrs. Hardwick as yet noted nothing unusual. "Yesterday evening," she returned placidly. "Don't you remember, Jerome, he was here at the Lyric reception?" "Oh, I remember well enough," said Hardwick knitting his brows. "I thought some of you might have seen him since then. He's missing."
"What these bodies held in common," says Hardwick, "and what made them equally the prey of the inquisitor, was their unwavering belief in the corruption of the medieval church, especially as governed by the Roman pontiffs."
In a short time the secretary reappeared, and held the door open for her. Mr. Hardwick was a determined-looking young man of about thirty-five, with a bullet head and closely-cropped black hair. He looked like a stubborn, strong-willed person, and Miss Baxter's summing up of him was that he had not the appearance of one who could be coaxed or driven into doing anything he did not wish to do.
Costumes show a naïve compromise between those the artist knew in his own time and those he guessed to appertain to the year of our Lord 70, when the scene depicted was actually occurring. The tapestry resembles in many ways the famous tapestries of the Duke of Devonshire which are known as the Hardwick Hall tapestries. In drawing it is similar, in massing, in the placing of spots of interest.
"Don't go, and don't write any explanation. Let him transfer a little of his anxiety to the fear of losing his fifty pounds. I want, if possible, to publish this information with absolute accuracy." "Is there any danger, Mr. Hardwick, that some of the other papers may get on the track of this?" "No, I don't think so; not for three days, anyway.
The boys continued their sports, racing, wrestling, and putting on grotesque grimaces. Charlotte, the youngest child, now came to the shop to say that supper was ready. "C-come, boys, you've ha-had play enough," said Mr. Hardwick. "J-James, put Ch-Charlotte down. M-M-Milton, it's close on to S-Sabba'day. Now w- wash yourselves."
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