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Still, Hiram's block of buildings netted him just fifteen per cent. per annum, after deducting all possible charges and expenses against the property. To secure such a handsome return, there had, of course, to be very strict and careful management. Hiram's agent in this department was a man entirely satisfactory to him, and with whom he never interfered.
I didn't mean to discriminate between you in my offer of welcome, though. Mr. Hooker, are you a jerkline skinner?" For the first time Hiram's soft voice began to drawl. "Yes, ma'am," he told her earnestly. "I've driven jerkline since I was knee-high to a duck eight and ten and twelve, and even sixteen, ma'am. I reckon I can make 'em pull, no matter how far out you hook 'em on."
The gaunt old man turned toward her, a helpless sympathy twisting his seamed and weather-marked face. "It's too bad, mother," he said. "I know just how you feel about it. But Hiram's a good son, and" he hesitated, casting about for a redeeming feature "there's always the Natural History Museum and the birds." "That's just it, Nathaniel," returned the old rebel against fate.
We all know about Lucy an' Hiram, 'cause Gran'ma Mullins is always tellin' her side an' Hiram's side, an' Lucy is always tellin' her side an' Hiram's other side.
If there's any such thing as a man bein' able to talk human language to a rooster, and put sin and Satan into him, Reeves is doin' it. But what's the good of my goin' and lickin' him? It'll mean law. That's what he's lookin' for and him with that old gandershanked lawyer for a brother! See what they done to you!" Hiram's eyes grew hard, and he muttered irefully.
Twenty minutes later Hiram's dream was broken by the clatter of Lucy's high heels on the stairs. Lucy entered, dressed in silk and furs and wearing a large picture hat. The savings of many months were on Lucy's back, and Hiram felt further removed from her than ever. "Where'll we go?" he asked miserably as he clumsily helped her into the car. "Golden Gate Park, Mr. Hooker," she said.
In view of that still looming incubus of the unfinished town report, Cap'n Sproul accepted Hiram's offer with alacrity. "It ain't that I care so much about the critter himself," he confided, "but Bat Reeves has got his oar in the case, and by to-morrow the whole town will be watchin' to see which gets the upper hands."
"Stick 'em up, Hooker!" ordered Drummond. "This means business at last." Totally unarmed, Hiram grinned and slowly elevated his hands. Watching him closely, Drummond and Pete dismounted, and, still keeping their sixes trained on Hiram's stomach, approached him. "Well, Hooker," Drummond said sneeringly, "we meet again, don't we?
Who's to look after your mother's and sister's interests, not to speak of your own?" "I'd be willing to devote enough time to it to learn the management," said Arthur, "but I don't care to know all the details." It was proof of Hiram's great love for the boy that he had no impulse of anger at this display of what seemed to him the most priggish ignorance.
Kimball said not on Hiram's tin-type he wouldn't. He said Gran'ma Mullins was carryin' 'em herself sooner 'n trust Ed, 'n' he wa'n't to blame f'r such wild animals 's might naturally fancy takin' after her.
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