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Chapter 7 MR. HUNTINGTON'S STORY

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g they wanted. I myself have not let the great estates of my ancestors slip through my fingers as the people

a delighted

k that no man would appear to be poor as I do, with none of the luxuries of life, and really be rich, for the common rule is the other way, isn't

parties and entertainments I was obliged to do all the planning and looking after her myself. Lovely as she was, and rich beyond the dreams of

e, "but that wasn't a very democratic way of looking at things, was it? Don't y

udulent means, it seemed to me. Finally he-borrowed a vast sum of money from a man down state-it was easy for anyone so safely connected with the Huntington family to borrow whatever he wanted-and this he sank in the well, which never amounted to anything and gave him no means of payi

n't you?" begged

though he never mentioned the transaction to me hi

might be realized in him. But when incidents like the one I just told you of began to happen frequently and any considerable sum of money I gave my daughter went also into the stupid oil proposition that never yielded any profits o

the complete loneliness the old man had endured for so many years-even the conduct of his disappointing son-in-law did not,

ht and would like an explanation. Peggy never stirred nor moved her eyes f

heard. He made no kind of defense whatever and-even then I-I was ashamed, but I knew right to be on my side and I felt very long-su

neymaker, but my son shall be trained to think of nothing but making money until the whole amount is ready to return to you. We shan't send you little dribbles,-not one cent until the entire amount is gotten together-oh, I know how much it is, I hav

why you were poor for so long?" questioned Kathe

smiled at the a

t of that beautiful, carefully brought-up girl, with so harrowing a responsibility on her shoulders was more than I could bear and I employed detective agents in a vain endeavor to find her and her boy. I myself searched everywhere in the east, but, will you believe me-never from the day she left my house to this-have I found one trace of her or been encouraged, in any way to hope that I should ever see her face again. Now do you begin to understand? Now can you think it natural, perhaps, that I should want to live as poorly a

iving, then, hasn't it? And I'm so glad, Mr. Huntington,

ad such a funny feeling. But someway I seem to be sure that Mr. Huntington will

ed away by the idea of being a prophetess. It would be nice if we could see the future," she added wistfully, "but I always

that the gift of prophecy was withheld from us in order that we might not see s

f sympathy with that point

its best to fight off the dusk, leaping up with spurting little flames and glowing fiercely red at its heart. But the purple and g

r us to go home, I suppose-oo-oo-out into all that cold after all this warmth! My hundred dollars, Mr. Huntington-I d

s wore," advised the old man, "then you'll never think a

mangiest bit of a fur collar, and I've been proud enough o

n the walk, and at the street they turned back and waved cheerily to the silhouetted figu

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