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With the agent, these three went over it and discussed its possibilities and the cost. Ten times in that brief talk did Hopkins find himself consulting Belle when, in the ordinary process, he should have consulted Hartigan. Why? No man raises himself to the power and pitch that Hopkins had attained, without a keen, discriminating knowledge of human nature.
I thought God's religion was unchangeable for ever and ever. I tell you, young fellow, if you keep on working and thinking you will wind up with a religion of common sense and kindness which, as near as I can make out, is what the man Jesus did preach." "Then why don't you come to hear it?" retorted Hartigan. "Because ye don't preach it." "That's not a fair way to put it," reiterated Hartigan.
You great, glorious, wonderful, blind Jim Hartigan, don't you know that I love you? Don't you know I have thought it all out? Can't you see where Blazing Star was taking you? It is not caprice; you will know some day." "I know, I know now. I'll do what you say." "Then turn right around and go back to Fort Ryan." They turned; she led; and they raced without pulling rein.
It is greatly to be feared that in a fair, written examination with an impartial jury, Jim Hartigan would have been badly plucked on his college entrance. But great is the power of personality. The president's wife behaved most uncollegiately.
No one that has seen both classes of riders can have a doubt that the best horsemen in the world are those of Europe, who control the horse with skill not brute force. The cowboys are mere broncho-busters. Hartigan had gathered not a little of true horse learning in his early days, and he was disgusted now to see how lightly and cheaply the westerner held his horse.
Hartigan had ever been a man of the saddle and the open field; but gazing from the top of that tall tower above the station, sensing the teeming life, the sullen roar, far below, he glimpsed another world a better thing, for it was bigger which, in its folded mantle, held the unborn parent, the gentler-born parent, of the mighty change the blessed cleanup that every wise man prays for and works to bring about.
At this instant with a wild shout, in charged Jim Hartigan, with his excited crew. There was not a man in the procession who had not loved Hartigan the day before, and who did not love him the day after; but there was none that did not hate him with a bitter hate on this twelfth day of July, as he charged and split the procession wide open.
Why don't men go to church? This Black Hills driver had answered: "Because the preachers are a bunch of dough-lumps." Whatever this might mean, it was, at best, a backhanded compliment to Hartigan. Yet, the driver was anxious to hear the new preacher. Why? Because he was impressed with his personality. It all resolved itself into that; the all-ruling law of personality.
Hartigan had a little accident at our corner last night and sprained his ankle. My wife is nursing him, but he won't be able to preach to-day." "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Well, it is all right, I will take both services," and the blind and gentle old man turned to his books. Then Bylow rode to the Boyd home. Here, he realized, was a much more difficult job. But he was determined to go into no details.
A half mile from Pat's house was Charlie's, and at the door was the owner, apparently expecting to see him though this circumstance did not impress Hartigan. "Can I do anything to help?" he asked. Hartigan shook his head, laughed lightly, and rode on. At Pat's shanty he tied his horse to the fence, stepped to the door, knocked, and, without waiting, went in.
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