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Updated: August 12, 2024
Nothing is right. Nothing is wrong. One is left compassless, rudderless, chartless on a sea of ideas. Shall I do this? Must I refrain from that? Will it be wrong? Is there any virtue in it? Mrs. Mendenhall has her instant answer for every such question. But do the philosophers?" Paula shook her head. "No. All they have is ideas.
As four o'clock approached, Donald Ware, not keen on swimming, returned in one of the machines to the Big House, and Mr. Gulhuss remained to discuss Shires with Mr. Mendenhall. Dick was at the tank when the party arrived, and the girls were immediately insistent for the new song. "It isn't exactly a new song," Dick explained, his gray eyes twinkling roguery, "and it's not my song.
Wife'll run up to-morrow or next day to take her choice of the two houses I've been looking at. Then, paper-hanging, mantels, plumbing and all that Make it even twelve-fifty?" he demanded, pen poised in a plump, white hand, eying the dealer with shrewd expectancy. "Certainly, certainly," Mendenhall murmured, rubbing his hands with a thought of future custom. Scratch-tch-ch!
Nor did he cease until he knew she was well out of hearing. A dozen times that morning, dictating to Blake or indicating answers, Dick had been on the verge of saying to let the rest of the correspondence go. "Call up Hennessy and Mendenhall," he told Blake, when, at ten, the latter gathered up his notes and rose to go. "You ought to catch them at the stallion barn.
With it was also presented the concurring testimony taken by the American experts who had been sent to the Behring Sea. Those experts were Drs. Mendenhall and Merriam, scientists of the highest character, and their reports were, in every essential particular, afterward confirmed by another man of science, after study of the whole question in the islands and on the adjacent seas Dr.
"An original character, apparently," he said. "He doesn't aim to let grass grow under his feet." Between two and three Britt bustled into Mendenhall's, making for the office. "Oh, I say!" he puffed, as Mendenhall rose. "Banked that check yet?" "Not yet," replied the other sedately. "It is our custom to send the day's checks for deposit just before three. Nothing wrong, I trust?"
There were nearly two hundred of them, rough-coated, beginning to shed, large-boned and large for their age. "We don't exactly crowd them," Dick Forrest explained, "but Mr. Mendenhall sees to it that they never lack full nutrition from the time they are foaled. Up there in the hills, where they are going, they'll balance their grass with grain.
They were, J. L. Ackley, F. I. Bradley, C. D. Brayton, W. A. Clark, Horace Congar, E. Cushing, Jonathan Foote, S. B. Gay, Robert Hicks, M. L. Hewitt, Smith Inglehart, Robert Johnston, Burr Kellogg, David Long, P. Mathivet, George Mendenhall, Joshua Mills, T. M. Moore, W. F. Otis, A. D. Smith, J. Swain, Charles Terry, Samuel Underhill, Joseph Walrath.
"You must cull a lot, then," Graham ventured. "And you'll see the culls draying on the streets of San Francisco," Dick answered. "Yes, and on the streets of Denver," Mr. Mendenhall amplified, "and of Los Angeles, and why, two years ago, in the horse-famine, we shipped twenty carloads of four-year geldings to Chicago, that averaged seventeen hundred each.
"Thank you, I never drink," returned Mendenhall primly. He had not relished the roughness with which the other had snatched the check from him, though making allowance for the natural annoyance of one who had been betrayed into a mortifying mistake. "All the better, all the better. Seldom do myself, but sometimes Have a cigar? No? Well, I must toddle along!"
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