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Hooper smiled to think that only a material emblem had separated him from happiness, though the horrors, which it shadowed forth, must be drawn darkly between the fondest of lovers. From that time no attempts were made to remove Mr. Hooper's black veil, or, by a direct appeal, to discover the secret which it was supposed to hide.
He slept hardly any, ate nothing at all, but wandered about the town, spending most of his time at Hooper's when he was not with us. After the delirium passed Betty asked for me. When I saw her looking so white and thin you would think you could see through her hands I tell you it broke me all up. She beckoned me to her, and when I bent over her she whispered: "Find The Don and bring him."
I had schemed to get inside the ranch and into Old Man Hooper's room; and here I was! What more could a man ask? The next thing occurred so soon, however, that I hadn't had time to think of more than ten per cent. of the things that might happen to me. The outside door opened to admit Hooper, followed by the girl. He stood aside in the most courtly fashion. "My dear," he said, "here is Mr.
Hooper's only reply was a contemptuous, flashing look that succeeded in reducing the importunate clergyman to silence just in time for as the word "Chicago" passed his lips the handle of the door turned, and Deacon Hooper entered the room. "Why, how do you do, Mr. Letgood?" said the Deacon cordially.
At Tom Hooper's place, a few miles from Troy, a large flat, with about fifty head of stock on board, was taken in tow. The animals were fed, and soon regained some strength. To-day we go on Little River, where the suffering is greatest. Saturday Evening, March 25. We started down Black River quite early, under the direction of General York, to bring out what stock could be reached.
Hooper's breath away. But she declaimed to Alice none the less in private on the innate snobbishness of people. Nora, however, wished to understand. "I can't imagine why you should read The Times," she said with emphasis, as Connie pushed her tray away, and looked for her cigarettes. "What have you to do with politics?"
It was evident from the way he held his club that he meant not to desert his post and that he believed his late assailant was returning. At sight of Gus, the colored man's relief showed in his drawn face. "Mist' Gus! It's you, honey! My Lawd! Ah done been shot! By the ghos', Mist' Gus, whut ain't nothin' no mo'n dat low-down, no 'count nephew o' ol' Mist' Hooper's.
The Bishop pulled Hooper's books on the Sacrament from his sleeve and began reading them aloud. Latimer lifted up his head, as he alleged, to still the excitement of the people who crowded the chapel; as Bonner believed, to arouse a tumult. Cries of "Yea, yea," "Nay, nay," interrupted Bonner's reading. The Bishop turned round and faced the throng, crying out in humorous defiance, "Ah! Woodcocks!
His frame shuddered, his lips grew white, he spilt the untasted wine upon the carpet and rushed forth into the darkness, for the Earth too had on her black veil. The next day the whole village of Milford talked of little else than Parson Hooper's black veil.
Of late she had, under his eye, taken from a silver tankard in the tall chest by the bed such moneys as from week to week were wanted to pay the farm hands; and she had seen papers there, too title-deeds, maybe. And to Hooper's Farm, down the valley, was a far cry for help.
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