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There was no bank in East Westland, none nearer than Alford, six miles away, and poor Albion was at his wit's end to keep his daily receipts with safety to them and himself. He had finally hit upon the expedient of leaving them every night with Sidney Meeks, who was afraid of nothing.
I heard Sylvia tell Rose she'd better go to bed right after supper, and Rose said, 'Very well, Aunt Sylvia, in that way she has. I never saw a human being who seems to take other people's orders as Rose does." "Allen told me he'd got to sit up till midnight over some writing," said Meeks. "That may have made a difference to the girl. Reckon she knew spooning was over for to-day."
"Of course I can; but there'll be lots of time when there won't be any work to be done then what? To tell you the truth of it, Sylvia, I've had my nose held to the grindstone so long I don't know as it's in me to keep away from it and live, now." Henry had not been at work since Abrahama White's death. He had been often in Sidney Meeks's office; only Sidney Meeks saw through Henry Whitman.
Hinpoha always blushed at the slightest provocation. In the stress of the moment she could not think of a single worth-while excuse for having gone into the electric room. Telling the real reason was of course out of the question because she had promised to shield Emily Meeks. "I left something in there," she stammered, "and went back after it."
The task had been an impossible one for Henry to undertake, although he had been the first one thought of by Rose. Henry had told Meeks, and the two had chuckled together over it. "The idea of a man from a shoe-shop giving away a bride in real lace at a swell wedding," said Henry. "She was the right sort to ask you, though," said Meeks.
And that was the end of it except that Hoyt sometimes tells the story to those who sit beside him when his pipe is lighted. IT was the night that Mona Meeks, the dressmaker, told him she didn't love him.
"You get home early, or it seems early, now the days are getting so long," said Meeks, as Henry sat down opposite. "Yes, it's early enough, but I don't get any more pay." Meeks laughed. "Henry, you are the direct outcome of your day and generation," said he. "Less time, and more pay for less time, is our slogan."
In 1857, however, a party of miners who had wandered down the Big Hole River on their way back east from California decided to look into the Gold Creek discovery, of which they had heard. This party was led by James and Granville Stuart, and among others in the party were Jake Meeks, Robert Hereford, Robert Dempsey, John W. Powell, John M. Jacobs, Thomas Adams, and some others.
"If the poor girl didn't do well, Abrahama had a good deal to answer for," said Sylvia, thoughtfully. She looked worried. Then again that expression of almost idiotic joy overspread her face. "That old White homestead is beautiful the best house in town," she said. "There's fifty acres of land with it, too," said Meeks. Sylvia and Henry looked at each other. Both hesitated.
"She is second cousin to Sylvia. Her mother was Sylvia's mother's cousin," said Henry. "What of it?" "Nothing, except " Meeks waited again. He wished to make a coup. He had an instinct for climaxes. "Abrahama had a shock this morning," he said, suddenly. "A shock?" said Henry. Sylvia echoed him. "A shock!" she gasped. "Yes, I thought you hadn't heard of it."
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