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Updated: June 11, 2025
Tisdale looked at her, knitting his brows, "I told you it was dangerous to allow yourself to feel the personality of inanimate things too much." "I know. I know. And this terrible beast" she paused, trying to steady her voice; her whole body trembled "would remind me constantly of those awful Alaska peaks the ones that crowded threatened him." Tisdale's face cleared. So that was the trouble.
One was a deed to the last half interest in the Aurora, the one which Weatherbee had had recorded, and the remaining paper was, as Mr. Bromley conjectured, Tisdale's will; but it contained a somewhat disconcerting surprise. However, the lawyer seated himself and, spreading the paper open on the table, copied this clause.
Tisdale laughed too, a deep undernote. "That sounds like Billy Foster. I wager it was Foster. Was it?" he asked. She nodded affirmatively. "Then Foster has met you." Tisdale's voice rang a little. "He knows you, after all." "Yes, he could hardly help knowing me. His business interests are with my closest friends, the Morgansteins; they think a great deal of him.
I says to myself: 'He don't look like a feller to run a bluff, and I says: 'Young Morganstein ain't the sort to pick up any second-hand outfit, but I thought all along you was his man." "I see." The humor played softly in Tisdale's face. "I see. But you thought wrong." Lighter's lids narrowed again skeptically. "Those letters you showed to identify yourself cinched it.
But Jimmie Daniels, with the camera swinging to his quick step, hurried on to the vestibule. She settled back in her seat, and for a moment her consternation grew; then the humor of the situation must have dawned on her, for suddenly the sparkles danced in her eyes. Her glance met Tisdale's briefly and, suppress it as he tried, his own smile broke at the corners of his mouth.
Essie Tisdale's knowledge of the world was too limited for her to entirely grasp the significance of his words; she felt, rather, the chivalry which inspired them, that spirit of defence of the weaker which lies close to the surface in all good men. She put out her hand with a gesture of protest. "Don't antagonize him. Your friendship and your sympathy are enough.
And he told us of course I can repeat it since it is so ridiculously untrue that it was easier to bridle a trapped moose than to lead you to a ballroom; but that once there, no doubt you would gentle fine." She leaned back in her seat, laughing softly, though it was obviously a joke at her own expense as well as Tisdale's. "And I believed it," she added. "I believed it every word."
When we were on the Tanana, it was 'Tisdale's Twin' and 'Dave's Double. A man has to take a name that fits up there, and we seemed to grow more alike every day.
I do respect her. She's the kind of woman a man sets on a pedestal to worship and glorify. You don't understand it, Hollis; you don't know her, and I can't explain; but just her presence is an appeal, an inspiration to all that's worth anything in me." Tisdale's hands sought his pockets; his head dropped forward a little and he stood regarding Foster with an upward look from under frowning brows.
Then suddenly, at the moment the flow was highest, came the ebb. Her glance met Tisdale's clear, appraising look, and she stood silent and aloof. He looked away and, after a moment, seeing nothing further to do, started back to his train. She turned to take the empty cup, and as she closed the hamper the whistle of the westbound sounded through the gorge.
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