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But how, by its very improbability, it does take on the semblance of design! See how by slender a thread the thing hung, how every corner of the plan fitted. Just one slip Janet Spencer made; she let her thoughts and her words slip into a groove; she repeated herself. And how unerringly life had put her finger upon that clew! So reasoned Harber.
That wuz all the fault she found with the Goddus of Liberty enlightenin' the world in New York Harber. We got to talkin' about it and she said, "If that Goddus only had corsets on, and sleeves that wuz skin tight, and her overskirt looped back over a bustle, it would be perfect!" But I told her I liked her looks as well ag'in as she wuz. "Why," sez I, "How could she lift her torch above her head?
Seventy-five dollars a month in the bank for you and dull, deadly monotony for both of us no dreams no adventures nothing big and fine! We can't be content with that! Why don't you go, John? "Don't mind me don't let me keep you for as soon as you've won, you can come back to me and then we'll see the world together!" "Janet Janet!" said Harber, with pounding heart. "How do you know that I'll win?"
Young blood is prone enough to adventure; the merest spark will set it akindle. I should like to have known that girl. She must have been very clever. Because, of course, she couldn't have foreseen, even by the surest instinct, the coincidence that brought Harber and Barton together. Yes, there is a coincidence in it. It's precisely upon that, you see, that Harber hangs his belief.
The act of Congress approved August 7, 1882, authorized the removal to the United States of the bodies of Lieutenant-Commander George W. De Long and his companions of the Jeannette expedition. This removal has been successfully accomplished by Lieutenants Harber and Schuetze.
From the squat, truncated mass of Lakalatcha, shorn of half its lordly height, a feeble wisp of smoke still issues to the breeze, as if Vulcan, tired of his forge, had banked its fire before abandoning it. From Scribner's Magazine There may have been some benevolent force watching over Harber. In any case, that would be a comforting belief.
And, by heaven, it was splendid shooting ... even if none of the other arrows scored! Harber tells me he was ripe for the thing without any encouragement to speak of. Tawnleytown was dull plodding for hot youth. Half hidden in the green of fir and oak and maple, slumberous with midsummer heat, it lay when he left it.
Harber tells me they walked the streets and shaded lanes in the dim green coolness of evening, lounged in the orchard hammock, drifted down the little river, past still pools, reed-bordered, under vaulting sycamores, over hurrying reaches fretted with pebbles, forgot everything except one another and their fancies and made, as youth must, love.
"If I were on it," said Harber slowly. Janet caught her breath sharply. "You're a man!" she said fiercely. "You could be so easily!" Harber was startled for a moment. Her kindling of his flame of adventure had been very subtle until now. Perhaps she hadn't been sure before to-day of her standing.
"You are going to America," she went on. "If you should " And just at that moment, Harber says, anything seemed possible to him, and he said eagerly: "Yes if you will I should like " How well they understood one another is evident from that. Neither had said it definitely, but each knew. "Have you a piece of paper?" she asked. Harber produced a pencil, and groped for something to write upon.
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