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I hastened to her side, pitying her deeply in her disappointment. She gave me a dazed look, scarce seeming to recognize me; I paused an instant and held out my hand, but she did not seem to notice it. She looked so wan and wretched I felt I must try to comfort her, though at the risk of Mr. Winthrop's displeasure. "You are not looking well," I said compassionately.
The innkeeper appeared not to have the slightest intention of leaving the room to do my bidding. "Yes, Hermann," said Gretchen, coloring, "go and prepare Herr Winthrop's supper." "Thank you," said I, with a dismal effort to be ironical. The innkeeper, a puzzling smile on his lips, passed out. "Gretchen," I burst forth, "in heaven's name what does this mean?
" Ah, about Winthrop's legs " he repeated vaguely, "certainly; I should be very glad to examine them, Austin." "I don't want you to examine them," retorted Gerard resentfully, "I want you to see them. There's nothing the matter with them, you understand."
I bowed my thanks, and turning away heard the library door shut. I could fancy the expression on my guardian's face as he returned to his books. But, as I put on my wraps, my heart grew lighter although Mr. Winthrop's last observation made me wince. I took a crisp ten dollar bill.
Her cheeks grew red, then white; her lips formed words which she could not speak. "Herr Winthrop's supper is ready," announced the innkeeper. "Go and eat it!" I said childishly. "Your appetite is gone then?" imperturbably. "Yes, and get you gone with it!" The innkeeper surveyed me for a space. "Will you kindly tell me from whom you received the information that Her Highness was at the inn?"
But Betty had taken tea at Uncle Winthrop's with Miss Alice Royall, who had come over with the two little girls to return some of the visits Doris had made. The girls fell in love with bright, versatile Betty, and Alice was much interested in her visit to Hartford, and thought her quite charming. Then it was quite fascinating to compare notes about Mr. Adams with one of his own kin.
In the present day we are getting a little tired of being brought to account, at every turn, by Old Prob., who tyrannizes over literature quite as much as over the weather. Theodore Winthrop's inspiration, in this instance at least, was strong and genuine enough to enable him to feel what he was telling as the truth, and therefore it produces an effect of truth upon the reader.
At Waitstill Winthrop's funeral sixty rings, worth over a pound apiece, were given to friends. The entire expense of the latter-named funeral scutcheons, hatchments, scarves, gloves, rings, bell-tolling, tailor's bills, etc., was over six hundred pounds. This amounted to one-fifth of the entire estate of the deceased gentleman.
I got to find it. Billy'll be some interested." Overland Red lay concealed in an arroyo at the foot of the range. He could overlook the desert without being seen. It was the afternoon of the day following Winthrop's departure. Since discovering the dead prospector's camp and all that it meant, the tramp was doubly vigilant.
Overland had told him that somewhere near a little culvert beneath the track was the marked tie indicating the hiding-place of the dead prospector's things. It would mean a journey of a day and a night, traveling pretty continuously. Finally Overland agreed to Winthrop's plan to make the attempt the following day.
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