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Why put it off any longer? It must be done sooner or later she was sure of that. Besides, nothing ever was as hard as one anticipates. This was a cheering thought, and the lines in Mrs. Toomey's forehead smoothed out as she stood before the mirror buttoning her coat and tying a veil over her head. It took no small amount of physical courage for a person of Mrs.
"It's not the wind." Mrs. Toomey's eyes were swimming now. "I'm worried half to death." Mrs. Pantin had not lived twelve years with Abram in vain. A look of suspicion crossed her face, and there was a little less solicitude in her voice as she inquired: "Is it anything in particular? Bad news from home?" "It's money!" Mrs. Toomey blurted out. "We're dreadfully hard up.
Mrs. Toomey nervously tucked in her "scolding locks." "Er of course," constrainedly. Her mind was rambling from Jap to Mrs. Pantin and the vigilant neighbors. Kate rose suddenly, and crossing the room stooped to lay her gloved hand upon Mrs. Toomey's thin shoulders. Looking into her eyes she demanded: "You don't believe I did it, do you?" This was a question Mrs.
Toomey, and concluded with the statement that his desire to see that section of the country had in no wise abated and, if possible, he would do so in the early winter, at which time he would be glad to look into the merits of the irrigation project. Noncommittal, but friendly, the letter sent the blood racing through Toomey's veins like a stiff drink of brandy.
And yet, in spite of this comforting reassurance, there remained an inexplicable feeling of disquietude when she thought of the woman to whom she had proved an ingrate and a cowardly friend. While Mrs. Toomey's mind was thus engrossingly occupied, Jasper was having his own troubles in the Security State Bank.
Toomey saw the pantomime and was curious. The sound of voices raised in altercation followed. She recognized that of Teeters. "I tell you it is, Toomey! I'll swear to it! I'd know it anywhere because of that peculiarity!" She could not catch the words of a second speaker, but the tone was equally aggressive and unfriendly. "Then prove it!" Toomey's voice was shrill with excitement and defiant.
Toomey's thin lips curled superciliously as he glanced at it and tossed it across the breakfast table: "Here, Hughie, why don't you take this in?" "You'll go, won't you?" the lad asked eagerly after reading it. "We never mingle socially with the natives." As Mrs. Toomey shook her head her smile and tone expressed ineffable exclusiveness.
"I have already received several retaining fees from clients who are able to pay, but whose cases may not come on until the next term." "But when does poor Toomey's case come on?" "Monday." At that moment the door opened, and Powers announced: "Lord Vincent!" The viscount entered the drawing room; and Ishmael's pleasure was over for that evening.
"I presume, Mr. Toomey," Prentiss finally inquired with a careful politeness he had not shown before, "that it would mean considerable to you in the way of commissions on the sale of stock if this project went through?" Toomey's relief that he had not inadvertently given offense was so great that he almost told the truth as to the exact amount.
A report had been current that Kate and "Toomey's millionaire" knew each other some one in the Prouty House had seen them meet but as she returned almost immediately to the ranch and had not been in town since, the rumor died for want of nourishment. No one but Mrs. Toomey gave it a second thought. But she gave it many thoughts; it stuck in her mind and she could not get it out.
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