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There is also an excellent condensation in one volume. Among the many tributes to Lincoln, are the essays by James Russell Lowell, Carl Schurz, the address by Emerson; and poems by Stedman, Bryant, Holmes, Stoddard, Gilder, and Whitman, and the noble lines in Lowell's Commemoration Ode.
Elizabeth Stoddard sat down by me, and I turned to speak with her. In a moment Dr. Holmes held my card forward again. "Now let me see!" he said. "And you don't know who I am, yet?" I asked. He smiled, gazed at the card through his eyeglasses, and leaned towards me hesitatingly. "And what was your name?" he ventured. "Rose Hawthorne." He started, and beamed. "There!
The presence of the old cowman threw a barrier of protection around the brothers, except to his fellow drovers, who were made acquainted with his protégés and their errand freely discussed. "These boys are customers of mine," announced Mr. Stoddard to a group of his friends. "I sold them a herd at Dodge last year, and another at Ogalalla this summer. Range on the Beaver, in northwest Kansas.
Taking them in at noon, she met Stoddard himself. "I've brought you back your those little books of Old English Poetry," she said, with a sudden constriction in her throat, and a quick burning flush that suffused brow, cheek and neck. Stoddard looked at her; she was thinner than she had been, and otherwise showed the marks of misery and of factory life. The sight was almost intolerable to him.
"That's exactly what I came down here to speak with you about, Gray," he said. "They've fetched Shade Buckheath in now, what do you make out of that?" Stoddard shoved the letter from the Eastern mining man back in its pigeon-hole. "Well," he said slowly, "I didn't expect that. I thought of course Shade was safely out of the country. I Passmore, I'm sorry they've got him."
"Oh, look thar!" whispered his companion excitedly. "The other town feller has asked for a knock-down to Johnnie, too. Look at him passin' his bows with her just like she was one of the swells!" Stoddard looked. Charlie Conroy was relieving Baker of his partner.
All he needed was patience, to wait the short time till the Tecolote began to pour out its ore. He asked her minutely of Jepson and his work and of her interview with the great Whitney H. Stoddard, and then he struck the stone rail with his knotted fist and told what would have to be done.
The weak point of such an argument lay in the fact that Johnnie was not his promised wife, and Gray Stoddard was very likely to know it. Indeed, Lydia Sessions herself only believed the statement because she so wished. "I reckon I ort," he said finally. "If I could ever get a chance of private speech with him, mebbe I'd "
He knew very well that, once elected to the directorship, he could never remove her by himself. Either her stock or Stoddard's would have to go into the balance to undo the vote of that day. "All in favor say 'Ay!" "Ay!" said Stoddard grimly; and Rimrock paused again. "Ay!" he added and as Mary wrote it down she felt the eyes of both of them upon her.
That girl is an Injun, all through! And she'll knife me, after this! I can feel it coming. But, by George, I plumb forgot!" "Oh, come now!" consoled Mrs. Hardesty, giving him a gentle pat, "this isn't so bad, after all. If I can only see her, I'll explain it myself. Have you any idea where she's gone?" "Bought a ticket for New York where Old Stoddard hangs out. I can see my finish right now!"
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