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"Big hypocrite!" he scoffed. "You know you're tickled silly. Why, you
will get ten times as much as you would if those deeds hadn't burned.
I know what that estate amounts to. I know what that land is worth.
I'll see that you get your share to the last penny that can be wrung
out of it. You bet I will! Things are coming our way at last. Now we
can build the mill, and do everything we planned. I don't know as we
will build a mill. With your fifteen thousand we could start a store in
Hartley, and do bigger things."
"The thing for you to do right now is to hitch up and take Aunt Ollie
and your mother home," said Kate. "I'll talk to you after supper and
tell you all there is to know. I'm dusty and tired now."
"Well, you needn't try to fix up any shenanigan for me," he said. "I
know to within five hundred dollars of what your share of that estate
is worth, and I'll see that you get it."
"No one has even remotely suggested that I shouldn't have my share of
that estate," said Kate.
While he was gone, Kate thought intently as she went about her work.
She saw exactly what her position was, and what she had to do. Their
talk would be disagreeable, but the matter had to gone into and gotten
over. She let George talk as he would while she finished supper and
they ate. When he went for his evening work, she helped the children
scale their fish for breakfast and as they worked she talked to them,
sanely, sensibly, explaining what she could, avoiding what she could
not. She put them to bed, her heart almost sickened at what they had
been taught and told. Kate was in no very propitious mood for her
interview with George. As she sat on the front porch waiting for him,
she was wishing with all her heart that she was back home with the
children, to remain forever. That, of course, was out of the question,
but she wished it. She had been so glad to be with her mother again,
to be of service, to hear a word of approval now and then. She must be
worthy of her mother's opinion, she thought, just as George stepped on
the porch, sat on the top step, leaned against a pillar, and said:
"Now go on, tell me all about it."
Kate thought intently a second. Instead of beginning with leaving
Friday morning: "I was at the Court House in Hartley this morning,"
she said.
"You needn't have done that," he scoffed. "I spent most of the day
there Monday. You bet folks shelled out the books when I told them who
I was, and what I was after. I must say you folks have some little
reason to be high and mighty. You sure have got the dough. No wonder
the old man hung on to his deeds himself. He wasn't so FAR from a
King, all right, all right."
"You mean you left your work Monday, and went to the Court House in
Hartley and told who you were, and spent the day nosing into my
father's affairs, before his SONS had done anything, or you had any
idea WHAT was to be done?" she demanded.
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