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When the very cold weather came and they had to light the base-burner stove, which Orde stoutly maintained occupied all the other half of the parlour, the harp's delicate constitution necessitated its standing in the hall. Nevertheless, Carroll had great comfort from it.
The young people straggled in at an early hour after supper every one had supper in those days. Carroll Bishop and Jane arrived nearly the last. Orde stepped into the hall to help them with their wraps.
"He's big Bobby, now, all right," said Orde, "and that's one reason I wanted to see you; why I asked you to run over from Chicago next time you came down. Of course, there are ducks, too." "There'd better be!" said Welton grimly. "I want Bob to go into the lumber business, same as his dad was.
"I'm going back to get it." "Not through my pooms!" cried Heinzman. "Mr. Heinzman," said Orde severely, "you are obstructing a navigable stream. I am doing business, and I cannot be interfered with." "But my logs!" cried the unhappy mill man. "I have nothing to do with your logs. You are driving your own logs," Orde reminded him. Heinzman vituperated and pounded the gunwale.
The logs thickened until it was with difficulty that Captain Marsh could thread his way among them at all. Shortly Orde, standing by the wheel in the pilot-house, could see down the stretches of the river a crowd of men working antlike. "They've got 'em stopped," commented Orde. "Look at that gang working from boats! They haven't a dozen 'cork boots' among 'em."
At his entrance, a maid disappeared out another door, carrying with her the implements of dusting and brushing. Orde looked around the room with some curiosity. It was long, narrow, and very high. Tall windows admitted light at one end. The illumination was, however, modified greatly by hangings of lace covering all the windows, supplemented by heavy draperies drawn back to either side.
"I have here," he went on suddenly, "marriage papers duly made out; in this package is a plain gold ring; in the next room is waiting, by prearrangement, a very good friend of mine in the clergy. Personally I am at your disposal." He looked at them expectantly. "The very thing!" "Oh, no!" cried Orde and Carroll in unison.
"How soon are you going?" she asked her mother. "In about ten minutes," replied Mrs. Bishop; "as soon as I've seen Honorine about the dinner." She seemed abruptly to realise that the amenities demanded something of her. "I'm sorry we must go so soon," she said briefly to Orde, "but of course church business We shall hope to see you often." Once more Orde held aside the curtains.
"You might as well whistle down the draught-pipe of hell! If they're just up there for a row, there'll be whisky in camp; and you can bet McNeill's got some of 'em instructed on YOUR account. They'll kill you, sure!" "I agree with you it's risky," replied Orde. "I'm scared; I'm willing to admit it. But I don't see what else to do.
To begin with, our death rate's five times higher than yours-I speak now for the brutal bureaucrat and we work on the refuse of worked-out cities and exhausted civilizations, among the bones of the dead." "That's an epigrammatic way of putting it, Orde." "Is it? Let's see," said the Deputy Commissioner of Amara, striding into the sunshine toward a half-naked gardener potting roses.
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