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Updated: May 21, 2025
On the following Monday the Rockharrts went to town. Mr. Rockharrt met and compared notes with some of the lobbyists. One veteran lobbyist gave him what he called the key to the riddle of success. "You appealed to reason and conscience!" said he. "My dear sir, you should have appealed to their stomachs and pockets.
The duke thanked them for their good wishes, invited them to visit him if they should find themselves in England, and then he took a final leave of the Rockharrts, entered the carriage, and drove off, through a pouring rain, to the railway station and out of their lives forever.
To the women, because he was going to marry his first and only sweetheart, and on the very day before his inauguration, so that she might take part in the pageantry that was to be his first great success and triumph. On one side of the river, at the foot of the East Ridge, stood Rockhold, the country seat of the Rockharrts, in its own park, which lay between the mountain and the river.
The public at length reached in theory this conclusion: that the governor-elect had been decoyed from the house by his latest visitor, and had been secretly murdered in some remote quarter. The Rockharrts did not return to Rockhold, but remained in town through all the heat of that hot summer, because Aaron Rockharrt thought he could best pursue his investigations on the scene of the mystery.
When the short season ended, and the city was tilted upside down and emptied like a bucket of half its contents, the Rockharrts went with the rest. Old Aaron was in his very worst fit of sullen ferocity. After a while, out of restlessness, he started with his wife, granddaughter and grandson for a tour to the Northern Pacific Coast.
The man, a negro and an old family servant of the Rockharrts, replied: "The young madam is in the back drawing room, sir; and if you please, sir, I think she would be all the better for seeing the old madam." "Who is with her now?" shortly demanded Mr. Rockharrt, ignoring his servant's suggestion, although Mrs. Rockharrt looked nervously anxious to follow it "There is no one with her, sir."
Two days after this the Rockharrts, with Cora Haught and Mrs. Stillwater, left Baltimore for the North, en route for Canada and New Brunswick.
Corona was a beautiful brunette, tall, like all the Rockharrts, with a superbly developed form, a fine head, adorned with a full suit of fine curly black hair, delicate classic features, straight, low forehead, aquiline nose, a "Cupid's bow" mouth, and finely curved chin.
There was an elegant little writing desk standing in the corner of the room and filled with stationery, mostly for the convenience of the ladies of the family when the Rockharrts occupied their town house. He went to this, sat down and opened it, laid paper out, and then with his elbow on the desk and his head leaning on the palm of his hand, he fell into deep thought.
The old lady always complied with her husband's requirements, and wrote pressing letters; but the beauty always wrote back excusing herself on the ground of "the captain's" many engagements, which confined him to the ship and her to his side. So time passed, and nearly another year went by. The Rockharrts were still at Rockhold.
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