Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1909-12-09
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II suppose he's native In these
parts?' l ventured
mo; but he's been here good
while. l guess nobody knows where
he comes from--or cares. He works
pretty hard, but guess he likes It,"
Hes an industrious man. is he?"
,"Oh, he's steady worker; but he's
a queer kind, too. Now, he never
votes and he never goes to church;
and for the sake of the argument,
neither do I'-and the old fellow
winked prodigiously. He's mighty
odd man; but l can't say that that's
against him. But he's quiet and peace
able, and now his daughter"
"Oh, he has daughter?
"Yes; and that's all he has, too;
and they never have any visitors. The
daughter just come home the other
day, and we amt hardly seen her yet
She's been away at school,"
Il suppose Mr.. Hartridge is absent
sometimes; he doesn't live down there
all the time, does he?"
81 can't say that could prove It;
sometimes l don't see him for a
month or more; but his business is his
own. stranger" he concluded, point
eddy.
You think that II Mr.. Hartridge
had visitor you'd know it," l per.
sisted, though the shopkeeper grew
less amiable.
well, now, might: and again
mightn't. Mr.. Hartridge Is a queer
man. l don't see him every day, and
particularly in the winter don't keep
track of him.
With little leading the storekeepei
described Hartridge for me, and his
description tailed exactly with the
man who had caught me on the canoe,
makers premises the night before,
And yet, when had thanked the
storekeeper and ridden on through the
village, / was as much befuddled as
ever. There was something decidedly
incongruous in the idea that a man
who was, by all superficial signs, at
least gentleman, should be estab
lished in the business of making ca
noes by the side of a lonely creek In
this odd corner of the world. From
the storekeeper's account, Hartridge
might be absent from his retreat for
long periods; IL he were Henry Hol
brook and wished to annoy his sister
1t was not so far from this lonely
creek to the Connecticut town where
Miss Pat lived. Again, as to the daugh
| ter, just home from school and not
yet familiar to the eyes of the village
she might easily enough be an inven
ton to hide the visits of Helen Hol
brook. l found myself trying to &C
count for the fact that, by some means
short OF the miraculous, Helen Hol
| brook had played chess with Miss Pat
at ST. Agatha's at the very hour had
seen her with her father on the Tip
pecanoe. And then / was baffied
again as remembered that Paul Stod
dard had sent the two women to st
Agatha's, and that their destination
could not have been chosen by Helen
Holbrook.
My thoughts wandered into many
blind alleys as l rode on. | was thor
oughly disguised with myself at find
ing the loose ends Of the Holbrooks'
affairs multiplying so rapidly. The
sun Of noon shone hot overhead, and
turned my horse into a road that led
homework by the eastern shore of the
lake. AS / approached little country
church at the crown of long hill I
saw crowd gathered in the highway
and refined my horse to see what had
| happened. The congregation of farmers
and their families had just been dis
missed; and they were pressing about
young man who stood in the center
of an excited throng. Drawing closer,
l was amazed to find my friend Gil,
lespie the center of attention.
But, my dear sir" cried a tall,
bearded man whom l took to be tho
minister of this wayside flock, you
must at least give us the privilege of
thanking you! You cannot know what
this means to us, gift SO munific cut
so far beyond our dreams"
Whereat Gillespie looked bored,
shook his head, and tried to force his
way through the encircling rustics. He
| was clad in a Norfolk jacket and
knickerbockers of fantastic plaid, with
cap to match.
A young famer, noting my curiosity
and heavy with great news, whispered
to me:
THAT boy in short pants put a 1000
bill in the collection basket. All In
one bill! They thought It was a mis-
take, but he told our preacher it was
a free gift
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