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Miles read to the last word, and then closed the book. "Is the grave ready?" he asked. Liff Hyatt, who had come in while he was reading, nodded a "Yes," and pushed forward to the side of the mattress. The young man on the bench who seemed to assert some sort of right of kinship with the dead woman, got to his feet again, and the proprietor of the stove joined him.
To enter the mill, to stand quietly and look about, was the best kind of entertainment, for she was fascinated by the whir of the looms, by the nimble fingers of the weavers, and by the general air of efficiency. Admiringly she watched Sally Ann Hyatt, the tall capable weaver from Vermont.
To be sure, it had been puzzling to her as child that Sally Hyatt, the most skillful weaver in her father's mill, had never been made overseer, but the fact that her mother had not the legal right to hold property in her own name did not at the time make an impression upon her. Brought up as a Quaker, she had no obstacles put in the way of her education.
"Don't you ever SEE anything, Liff Hyatt?" she assailed him, as he stood before her with the look of a man who has stirred up a wasp's nest. He grinned. "I seen you! That's what I come down for." "Down from where?" she questioned, stooping to gather up the petals his foot had scattered. He jerked his thumb toward the heights. "Been cutting down trees for Dan Targatt."
"Through our Lord Jesus Christ, who shall change our vile body that it may be like unto His glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby He is able to subdue all things unto Himself..." The last spadeful of earth fell on the vile body of Mary Hyatt, and Liff rested on his spade, his shoulder blades still heaving with the effort.
The Scalp by Edward Berge-an unpleasant bit of realism. 13. Duck Baby Fountain by Edith Barretto Parsons. 16. Maiden of the Roman Campagna by Albin Polasek-a figure instinct with the spirit of the antique. On the circle at the north end of the peristyle are: 1. Great Danes by Anna Vaughan Hyatt. 3. Bondage by Carl Augustus Heber. 5. Boy Pan with Frog by Clement J. Barnhorn. 6.
Hyatt leaned forward in the protesting chair and held the telegram toward Steve "they offer you four thousand, seven hundred and sixty-one dollars, young gentlemen." Isn't this a good place to end our story?
"Yes, sir, she's loaded up to her rails. Do you suppose we'll get a thousand dollars?" "A thousand dollars, eh?" Mr. Hyatt beamed broadly and nodded until all his chins in sight shook. "Yes, you might look for a thousand dollars, boys. It isn't sense to get your expectations too high, but I guess you can safely bank on a thousand. Oh, yes, a thousand isn't unreasonable.
Miles had not spoken again; he seemed to understand that she wanted to be left alone. After a while the track they were following forked, and he pulled up the horse, as if uncertain of the way. Liff Hyatt craned his head around from the back, and shouted against the wind: "Left " and they turned into a stunted pine-wood and began to drive down the other side of the Mountain.
<b>HYATT, HARRIET RANDOLPH MRS. ALFRED L. MAYER.</b> Silver medal at Exposition in Atlanta, Georgia, 1895. Member of National Art Club, New York. Born at Salem, Massachusetts. Studied at Cowles Art School and with Ross Turner; later under H. H. Kitson and Ernest L. Major. Among this artist's pictures are "Shouting above the Tide," "Primitive Fishing," "The Choir Invisible," etc.
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