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Hardin's hand clutches a revolver in his pocket. He glares uneasily at Joe Woods, at Peyton, at the ex-clerk. He breathlessly waits for the solemn voice of Davis: "We propose, your Honor, to introduce evidence that the late Maxime Valois left a will. We propose to prove that the estate has been maladministered.
We must rule this new State! We must be true to the South!" To be in weal and woe "true to the South" is close to the heart of every cavalier in Philip Hardin's train. The train arrives at Monterey, swelled by others faithful to that Southern Cross yet to glitter on dark fields of future battle. The treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo closed a bloody Conflict on February 2, 1848.
The capital city of the State is crowded with legislators and attaches. The lobby banditti, free lances, and camp followers of the annual raid upon the pockets of the people are on guard. While his meal is being served in his parlor, he indites a note to Hardin's political Mark Antony.
They state his utter inability to sell the mine, as the whole property belonged to his wife." There is a blood-red film before Hardin's eyes now. Prudence flies after patience. It is his Waterloo. All is lost, even honor.
They are available for special interviews, with the brothers who are in every large Northern city and even in the principal centres of Europe. Ample funds have been forthcoming from the liberal leaders of the local movement. Millions are already promised by the branches at the East. Wild cheers hail Judge Hardin's address.
"Previous to General Hardin's withdrawal," he wrote one of his correspondents, "some of his friends and some of mine had become a little warm; and I felt ... that for them now to meet face to face and converse together was the best way to efface any remnant of unpleasant feeling, if any such existed.
Madame de Santos' position moves toward impregnability, as the months roll on. A "lionne" at last. Philip Hardin's days are busy after the steamer bears away his "Ex-Queen of the El Dorado." There are his tangled finances to arrange; giant speculations to follow up. The Lagunitas affairs are pressing. That hidden mine! Hardin sets his house in order. The establishment is reduced.
Valois is speechless and stunned with the quickness of the deadly quarrel. He gloomily watches Hardin supporting the fainting woman. Slowly her eyes unclose. They meet Hardin's in one long, steadfast, inscrutable glance. She shudders and says, "Take me away." She covers her siren face with her jewelled hands, to avoid the sight of the waxy features and stiffening form of the thing lying there.
He notifies Hardin that he intends to make him sole trustee of his property in his absence. Hardin's term on the bench has expired. Like other Southerners debarred from taking the field, he gives aid to those who go. The men who go leave hostages behind them. The friendship of years causes Yalois to make him the adviser of his wife in property matters. He makes him his own representative.
Man instinctively shuns the murderer. Maxime never asked of the future of the vanished queen of the El Dorado. In his visits to San Francisco he finds that few cross Philip Hardin's threshold socially. Even these are never bid to come again. Is there a hidden queen in the house on the hill? Rumor says so. Rising in power, Philip Hardin steadily moves forward. He asks no favors.
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