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A programme simple in theme but susceptible to variations. The latter began early. After posing kiddishly as a rough, woolly, romantic cowboy before the passengers of the Overland, I found myself chaperoning a visitor to our midst. By sheer accident the visitor had singled me out for an inquiry. "Can you tell me how to get to Hooper's ranch?" he asked.
Nearly all his parishioners who were of mature age when he was settled had been borne away by many a funeral: he had one congregation in the church and a more crowded one in the churchyard; and, having wrought so late into the evening and done his work so well, it was now good Father Hooper's turn to rest.
Here is the call. Ten thousand dollars a year! What will she say to that?" He spoke aloud in his excitement, all that was masculine in him glowing with the sense of hard-won mastery over the tantalizing evasiveness of the woman. On leaving his house he folded up the letter, thrust it into the breast- pocket of his frock-coat, and strode rapidly up the hill towards Mrs. Hooper's.
It is only necessary for me to repeat that I shall be penniless. Seawood must be turned over to the rightful owners. I don't mind admitting that I have never really felt that it belonged to me. I have always thought that Joseph Hooper's millions belonged to his children, mean as they are. "But that is neither here nor there.
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 view it was providential that the death had occurred in South Africa, as there could be no inconvenient question of going to the funeral.
"I see," said the ex-jockey, very much subdued. "What's your idea? What do you want me to do?" That stumped me. To tell the truth I had no idea at all what to do. "I don't want you to go out to Hooper's ranch alone," said I. "Trust me!" he rejoined, fervently. "I reckon the first best thing is to get along out of town," I suggested. "That black bag all the plunder you got?" "That's it."
I have only to turn over to you everything in the world except our wearing apparel not all of that, you may be sure and my part of the transfer is completed. I had nothing when Joseph Hooper's money came to me, so, you see, it will be quite easy for me to step down and out. I have only to walk out of the house with my wife and children, without a cent in my pockets, and the job is done.
Thus they sat a considerable time, speechless, confused and shrinking uneasily from Mr. Hooper's eye, which they felt to be fixed upon them with an invisible glance. Finally, the deputies returned abashed to their constituents, pronouncing the matter too weighty to be handled except by a council of the churches, if, indeed, it might not require a General Synod.
He even raised himself in bed, and there he sat shivering with the arms of Death around him, while the black veil hung down, awful at that last moment in the gathered terrors of a lifetime. And yet the faint, sad smile so often there now seemed to glimmer from its obscurity and linger on Father Hooper's lips.
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