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Updated: June 26, 2025
A little Ohio river-boat, bound upward, had reported the sudden disappearance of a woodyard a little way above Milliken's Bend, where the channel hugged the shore, and with the woodyard there had disappeared an enormous sycamore-tree, which had for years served as a tying-post for steamers.
"Sure as 'lection! he telled Mis' Simpson so, and she telled Mr. Ten Eyck; and he's cleared out." Fleda and Hugh again looked at each other. Mr. Skillcorn having now delivered himself of his news went out to the woodyard. "I hope he ha'n't carried off our cows along with him," said Barby, as she too went out to some other part of her premises.
Woodyard, seeing a light in the library, looked in, the traveller's weary smile on his face. "Hello, Percy!" Conny drawled. "What brings you back at this time?" Woodyard came into the room draggingly, nodded to Cairy, and drew a chair up to the fire. His manner showed no surprise at the situation. "Some things came up at Albany," he replied vaguely. "I shall have to go back to-morrow."
Their life was a pattern of simple and pronounced design, from the situation of their house to the footing on which it was established and the people who were encouraged to attach themselves there. Woodyard had been interested in social good works, and as a young man had served the Legal Aid Society. A merely worldly woman would have discouraged this mild weakness for philanthropy.
For she, too, was really looking for a mate, weighing, estimating men to that end, and some day she would come to a conclusion, would take a man, Woodyard or another, giving him her very handsome person, and her intelligence, in exchange for certain definite powers of brain and will. The bride and groom entered the tent at last.
Although he was the tenant of several hundred acres, he had an eye to the main chance in little things, which is a characteristic of farmers, but he was good-natured and obliging, and while he foraged their pony, furnished their woodyard with logs and faggots, and supplied them from his dairy, he gratuitously performed for the family at the hall many other offices which tended to their comfort and convenience, but which cost him nothing.
"Possibly to hold the whitewash brush." "You think that the Senator knows that?" "You can't tell where the Senator's tracks lead." "Well, don't worry! Keep your eyes open. You can always resign, you know." Woodyard went off to his train after kissing his wife affectionately. Conny called out as he was getting into his coat: "Will you be back Sunday? Shall I have the Lanes then?"
"Then men must change their characters," Margaret replied vaguely; "we women have been changing our characters for centuries to conform to men's desires. It's time that the men adjusted themselves to us." "I wonder what John would say if I told him he must change his character," mused Isabelle. "There is Cornelia Woodyard," Margaret continued; "she combines the two ideals but she is very clever."
The peaceful pastures at Grafton, the still September afternoon when the Colonel died, the old man himself, there was something in them beyond mere energy, quite outside the Potts philosophy. Once she ventured to suggest this doubt to Cornelia Woodyard, who, being temporarily in need of a bracer, had resorted to "old Pot." She had planned to go to the opera that night and wanted to "be herself."
He broke off suddenly and remarked in an ordinary, conversational voice: "Your friend Mrs. Woodyard was in here this morning, a clever woman! My, but she is clever!" "What is the matter with her?" "Same thing, Americanitis; but she'll pull out if she will give herself half a chance."
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