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Lenox Hildreth when a young man, forced to flee from the rigors of the New England climate by reason of an inherited tendency to pulmonary disease, had chosen Barbadoes as his adopted country, and had never since revisited the land of his birth.
As Hildreth gave Miller her hand, I could see that he liked her, and that he inwardly commented on my good taste and perhaps said to himself, "Well, Johnnie is not so crazy after all!" After I had given him the interview, he asked her a few questions, but she begged to be left out, that it was my interview. "Mr.
She says the one she belonged to in Atlanta was a brilliant affair. She comes from one of Georgia's first families, you remember." "A Shakespearean Club!" and Judge Hildreth smiled incredulously. "Why, my dear, I never knew you and the immortal Will had much affinity for each other!" "Oh, of course it is more for the prestige of the thing. Mrs.
"She caught a dreadful cold at the concert yesterday and she can't lift her head from the pillow. Celestine thinks she is sickening for a fever." "Dear me, how tiresome!" exclaimed Mrs. Hildreth. "I have such a horror of having sickness in the house, one never knows where it will end. Ring the bell for Sarah, Marion, to take up her breakfast." "It is no use, Mamma.
He and she got on pretty well when we were on the coast." "You lie!" I bellowed, beside myself, "Hildreth will be faithful to me ... she has promised." Penton Baxter looked me up and down, courageously, coolly, for a long time. Slowly I realised what I had just said. "That's all I wanted to know, John Gregory! I've got it out of you at last!" He turned on his heel.
And so, having nearly burnt a house down, and perhaps myself with it, I had written "finis" to my four-act play called Judas. Hildreth and I had written faithfully to each other twice a day ... the absurd, foolish, improper letters that lovers exchange ... I wrote most of my letters in the cave-language that we had invented between us....
"I take it you have no alternative to this," said the editor, tapping the pile of affidavits. "Not a cursed shred of an idea! And, Hildreth " he broke off short because once again the subject suddenly grew too large for coherent speech. Hildreth disentangled himself from the legs of his chair and stood up to put his hands on Kent's shoulders.
One of them I set aside to read at the sing, beside the camp-fire. They had chorused Up With the Bonnet for Bonny Dundee and You Take the Highway.... There ran a ripple of talk while they waited for me. In the red glow of the camp-fire I towered over the stocky little husband as he introduced me. Hildreth was sitting there ... I must make a good impression before my mate.
"'Hildreth, for God's sake! Mubby called, 'what's the matter now? in that bland, exasperating tone of his, that injured, self-righteous, I'm-sacrificing-myself-for-mankind tone " I had to laugh at her exact mimicry.... I stroked her hair.... "I'm glad you came to Eden, John Gregory. You might be a poet, but you have some human sense in you, too....
Miller, you are a friend of Johnnie's ... I have often heard him speak highly of you; can't you dissuade him from having this interview printed ... no matter if you have been sent by your paper all the way down here for it?" Jerome liked what Hildreth had said, admired her for her common sense. He offered to return to the city, and risk his job by stating that he had been hoaxed.
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