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"Very well," he said quietly, "I will learn what I desire elsewhere. I shall find Miss McDonald, and discover what has actually occurred." "My best wishes, I am sure," and the lady patted the Captain's arm gently. "We are losing this waltz." There was but one course for Hamlin to pursue.
As Desire threw an agonized look of appeal around the circle, she caught sight of him. With a sudden impulse she darted to him crying: "Oh, keep me from that man." "Get out of the way, Hamlin," said Hubbard, rushing after his prey. "God damn you, get out of my way. What do you mean by interfering?"
'Brick' an' I kin hoof it yet awhile hey, 'Brick'?" Hamlin lifted his head from the shelter of his horse's mane. "I reckon I can make my feet move," he asserted doubtfully, "but they don't feel as though there was any life left in them." He stamped on the snow. "How long do these blizzards generally last, Sam?" "Blow themselves out in about three days." "Three days? God!
Hamlin sat down on the iron bed, dazed by the silence, endeavoring to collect his thoughts. The nearest guard, leaning on his gun, watched carefully. Voices reached him from outside, echoing in through the high, iron-barred window, but they were distant, the words indistinguishable.
"Tell Miss Thurston and my niece, Miss Stuart, to come to my study at once," Mr. Hamlin ordered. The man-servant obeyed. "Ruth, dear, wake up," Bab entreated, giving her friend a shake. "Something awful must have happened. Your uncle has sent for us. He must have missed those papers." Ruth and Bab, both of them looking unutterably miserable and shaken, entered Mr. Hamlin's study.
He climbed up on the high pulpit and with the handle of the broom rapped on the ceiling. We immediately heard a deep humming sound overhead, and so many bees flew down through the cracks that Addison descended in haste. We retreated toward the door. "What are we going to do when Senator Hamlin and all the people come?" I asked. "I don't know!" Addison muttered, perplexed.
It was enough, however, to cause him to lay his hand lightly on Van Loo's arm as the latter, leaping down, was about to follow Mrs. Barker into the hotel. "You'll have time enough now," said Hamlin. "Time for what?" said Van Loo savagely. "Time to apologize for having cut my horse with your whip," said Jack sweetly. "We don't want to quarrel before a woman."
When he wheeled she had run openly to the west, albeit with hidden face and still clinging shawl, and taken a last look at his retreating figure. And then, with a faint but lingering sigh, she drew back into the shadow of the wood again and vanished also. At the end of twenty minutes Mr. Hamlin reined in his mare.
He was, as his friend Hamlin Garland has said, "temperate in all things but work in that he was hopelessly prodigal." These facts are worth stating in detail; for it has been said that MacDowell had no drudgery to perform at Columbia; that he had few students, and that the burden of the teaching work was borne by his assistant.
The bent heads and averted faces, the dust collected in the heedlessness of haste, the early hour, indicating a night-long flight, all made it plain to him that Van Loo was running away with some woman. Mr. Hamlin had no moral scruples, but he had the ethics of a sportsman, which he knew Mr. Van Loo was not.
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