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"Everybody at South Hatboro' asked me if I'd met the Northwicks." "He's a very great and good man," said Putney. "He's worth a million, and he runs a big manufacturing company at Ponkwasset Falls, and he owns a fancy farm just beyond South Hatboro'. He lives in Boston, but he comes out here early enough to dodge his tax there, and let poorer people pay it.
I believe I can find Northwick, and I am not going to come home without trying hard. I am going to have a detective's legal outfit, and I flatter myself I can get Northwick over the frontier somehow, and restore him to the arms of his anxious friends of the Ponkwasset Company. I don't know yet just how I shall do it, but I guess I shall do it. I shall have Mrs.
"Well, sir," he said, "what do you think can be done for two women, brought up as ladies, who choose to beggar themselves?" "Is it so bad as that?" Matt asked. "Why, you can judge for yourself. My present instructions are to make their whole estate over to the Ponkwasset Mills Company " "But I thought I thought they might have something besides something "
Telegraph to the Mills and find out whether he's there or not." He dropped his harness, and went to the telephone and called up the Western Union operator at the station. He had the usual telephonic contention with her as to who he was, and what he wanted, but he got her at last to take his dispatch to Ponkwasset Falls, asking whether Northwick was at the Mills.
"Why, it's an old Boston name " "It's too old, isn't it? Like Pasmer. There are no Maverings in Boston that I ever heard of." "No; the name's quite died out just here, I believe: but it's old, and it bids fair to be replated at Ponkwasset Falls." "At Ponk " "That's where they have their mills, or factories, or shops, or whatever institution they make wall-paper in." "Wall-paper!" cried Mrs.
Several of them had illustrations: likenesses of Northwick, and views of his house in Boston, and his house in Hatboro'; views of the company's Mills at Ponkwasset; views of the railroad wreck at Wellwater; but it was Pinney's masterpiece which really made Hilary sick. All the papers were atrocious, but that was loathsome.
You needn't look forward to a great deal of Ponkwasset Falls, unless you like." "I shouldn't mind going there," said Dan listlessly. "It won't be necessary at first. In fact, it won't be desirable. I want you to look up the business at this end a little." Dan gave a start. "In Boston?" "Yes. It isn't in the shape I want to have it. I propose to open a place of our own, and to put you in charge."
Poor boy, himself, I believe?" "I don't believe his daughters could remember when," said the hostess, sarcastically. "That's so? Well, we are apt to lose our memory for dates as we get on in the world, especially the ladies. Ponkwasset isn't on the direct line of this road, is it?" He asked this of the host, as if it followed.
I shall telegraph to the Mills again, and I shall telegraph to Mr. Hilary in Boston; he will know whether father was going anywhere else. They had a meeting of the Board day before yesterday, and father went to the Mills unexpectedly. I shall telegraph to Ponkwasset Junction, too; and you may be sure I shall not come home, Adeline, till I know something definite."
Northwick satisfied his mechanical scruple against telling a lie by this formula; and in its shelter he went on to give Elbridge instructions about the management of the place in his absence. He took some money from his pocket-book and handed it to him for certain expenses, and then he said, "I want to take the five o'clock train, that reaches Ponkwasset at nine.
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