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"You needn't try to bamboozle me," said the judge in a covert tone to his daughter, and with a glance at the parlor window, whence now issued the rumble of Warren Smith's basso. "I tell you that girl would follow John Harkless to Jericho." Minnie shook her head mysteriously, and bit a thread with a vague frown. "Well, why not?" asked the judge crossly. "Why wouldn't she have him, then?"
Harkless agree that it looked really pretty dull for Miss Sherwood's other lovers? Mr. Harkless smiled, and agreed that it did indeed. She felt a thrill of compassion for him, and her subsequent description of the pathos of his smile was luminous.
As Mr. Parker observed, Miss Sherwood did not do the Grand Duchess, giving the Carlow tenants a treat. And it should be explained that Harkless had based his calumny regarding the tariff on a paragraph or two that crept inadvertently into an otherwise statesmanlike article, and that "H. Fisbee" understood the tariff as well as any woman who ever lived.
Soon the Square was quiet as before, and there was naught but peace under the big stars of July. That day the news had come that Harkless, after weeks of alternate improvement and relapse, hazardously lingering in the borderland of shadows, had passed the crucial point and was convalescent. His recovery was assured.
Now, Halloway is honest everybody knows that and I don't say but what he's been the best available material Mr. Harkless had to send to Washington; but he ain't any too bright " Mr. Martin interrupted the speaker. "I reckon, maybe, you never heard that lecture of his on the Past, Present, and Future'?"
"'O bright, translucent, cerulean hue, Let my wide wings drift on in you," said Harkless, pointing them out to Helen. "You seem to get a good deal of fun out of this kind of weather," observed Lige, as he wiped his brow and shifted his chair out of the sun. "I expect you don't get such skies as this up in Rouen," said the judge, looking at the girl from between half-closed eyelids.
So Harkless appears as a mine of latent splendors.
"I suppose you have heard some of the circumstances those that we've given out," said Barrett. "I read the account in the evening paper. I had heard of Harkless, of Carlow, before; but it never occurred to me that it was my friend I had heard he was abroad until I got this telegram from a relative of mine who happened to be down there."
The lights in the little ward were turned up, and they seemed to shine from a chamber of horrors, while he waited, as a brother might have waited outside the Inquisition if, indeed, a brother would have been allowed to wait outside the Inquisition. Alas, he had found John Harkless!
"You are Tom Meredith's little cousin!" "The Great Harkless!" she answered, and stretched out her hand to him. "I remember you!" "Isn't it time?" "Ah, but I never forgot you," he cried. "I thought I had. I didn't know who it was I was remembering. I thought it was fancy, and it was memory. I never forgot your voice, singing and I remembered your face too; though I thought I didn't."
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