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Updated: June 15, 2025
The first paper Culver handed him was a cipher telegram announcing the closing of an agreement which made the National Woolens Company absolute in the Northwest; the second item in Culver's budget was also a cipher telegram from Merriweather. It had been filed at four o'clock several hours later than the newspaper despatches.
A little later Colonel Baxter joined them and demanded the right to be included in the club. "Here you are having a good time, and I'm out of it." "But Dad, you can't be a Merriweather Girl, you know that." "Well I might be Legal Advisor or something of the sort. Give me a fancy title and I'll be happy." "All right," exclaimed Kit, clapping her hands.
Merriweather wanted an hour's rest I took my place at the bedside of the lad. Interest in the case took me very frequently to the ward. Just before bedtime, therefore, I returned to the side of young Merriweather to let his father off for a while. Inquiring of the nurse as to the patient who had been so restive, I learned that he had neither moved nor spoken.
Then Jinnie and Bobbie, carrying their precious dead comrade, started for the hill. "I don't see why you must have her out of the way entirely," hesitated Molly Merriweather, looking up into Jordan Morse's face. "Couldn't you send her to some girls' place?" "Now you don't know anything about it, Molly," answered the man impatiently.
And Professor Gillette could not have had a better helper. Under a huge cottonwood tree, there was a bubbling spring, cool and clear, and down the creek a short distance was a small pool. "Why, there's my bath room!" laughed the old man. "Talk about modern conveniences, I have them all." The Merriweather Girls were eager to help the old man get settled.
Like the man in the Merriweather kitchen, he bore the stamp of the city upon him. Virginia bought her ticket as her father had directed, and while the pail was still on the floor, she bent to examine Milly Ann and the kittens. The latter were asleep, but the mother-cat lazily opened her eyes to greet, with a purr, the soft touch of Jinnie's fingers.
He set himself the task of learning how far these suitors had progressed in her good graces; he would not be guilty of the folly of giving chase to a prize already virtually captured. This too had proved a failure. Clearly, would he know what Mr. Merriweather and Mr. Hackley were to Miss Madison he must acquire the power of mind reading.
And here he was in the mountains, camping in Lost Canyon within, he believed, arm's length of the ruins. But so far he had not found them. Luck was with him, that he knew. Everywhere from the time he had left home, he had found friends to help him. They gladly gave him advice, and in the case of The Merriweather Girls, they would have been happy to serve him in every way.
She was anxious to see him again, to help him if possible. She felt a little shy at the thought of seeing Miss Merriweather once more. The man led her to an inner room and suavely waved to a chair, asking her to be seated. Casting anxious eyes about the place, she obeyed. "I'm going after Miss Merriweather now, if you'll wait a few moments," explained the stranger.
They'll be so glad that the fan is found." For a moment Bet was about to object, then fearing to arouse the suspicion of the girls toward Phil she agreed. What would Phil do when he learned that the fan had been recovered? Would he try to pass it off and appear innocent in the matter? Just how could he face the Merriweather Girls, knowing what they stood for: honor, loyalty and friendship?
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