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Updated: June 26, 2025
The sun made it about three o'clock of the afternoon. Our adventures had certainly brought us a good sleep! After we had satisfied our thirst from a canteen we began to ask and answer questions. Artie Brower had made the ranch without mishap, had told his story, and had promptly fallen asleep.
True, she had not read Mill or Fawcett, and was ignorant of the very name of Herbert Spencer; but she had a vast admiration for his dear boy Artie, and she saw that he himself knew a thing or two in his own modest way, though he was only what the grand world she moved in would doubtless call an old superannuated journeyman shoemaker.
The old shoemaker listened in respectful silence. 'It isn't for me, Artie, he said, as his son finished, 'to stand between a man and his conscience. As John Stuart Mill says in his essay on "Liberty," we must allow full play to every man's individuality. Wonderful man, John Stuart Mill; I understand his grandfather was a shoemaker.
I don't say that just because he's a Silver Fox, because I have to admit that Artie Van Arlen and Wig Weigand are heroes, and they're not Silver Foxes. But, honest, Westy is a winner when it comes to tracking, and you've got to remember that, because now I'm going to tell you some other things about him and maybe you won't know just what to think.
I was simply waiting waiting impatiently for the three days to pass. I only hoped that Artie would not come again while she was here.
"Doc brought him around," he said, "he got him breathing, then it was easy. We couldn't find Artie." Maybe it was funny, but just then I didn't seem to be thinking about Artie. I felt my head and found I had a big bump on it. "I should worry about that," I said. "Where's Wig?"
I must do as he wishes or I'll not be at all, so far as he is concerned." Another and longer silence; then Adelaide, after an uneasy, affectionate look at his serious profile, said: "I'm often ashamed of myself, Artie about father; I don't think I'm a hypocrite, for I do love him dearly. Who could help it, when he is so indulgent and when even in his anger he's kind?
"We can never tow that island back against the tide," said Dorry Benton. "We can remove the stuff to the boat though," said Artie Van Arlen. "I'm going to 'phone to Mr. Speeder to get his motor-boat and go after him; he can tow it back." "Listen shh he's calling," said Townsend. "Shh shhhh!" "Listen." From down the river, a little farther than before, came a voice spent by the distance.
"If you could have heard him when he was talking about Flora!" "How do you know it was Artie who came in?" said Aubrey, gently. I opened my mouth and simply stared at him. Then I went to the glass, smoothed my hair and straightened my belt. "Where are you going?" asked my husband. "I am going to see!" I exclaimed.
He had four or five newspapers, which he had tied around his feet to keep 'em warm, but nare a library; so after we had lied our imaginations sore for a week or so, we fell back on draw, settlin' by checks at night. By a dazzling piece of luck Artie had his money in the same New York bank 'at Miller had, so he could use our checks, an' things began to brighten.
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