The Whip Hand: A Tale of the Pine CountryMerwin, Samuel
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The Whip Hand: A Tale of the Pine Country
Merwin, Samuel
Great Lakes Region (North America) -- Fiction; Love stories; Lumber trade -- Fiction
“Ma,” she said, after a time, “don't you think pa looks a little run
down?” This was a euphemism; there was no question that Mr. Higginson
was looking very bad indeed.
“A little, perhaps,” replied her mother. At that moment, the
three-o'clock pile being prematurely completed, she gave up “Clock” in
disgust and shuffled her cards for the thirteen game.
Presently she said, “My head has ached hard all day.”
This was encouraging. Mamie took up her book again; but not for long.
“Do you suppose he is worrying about the business, ma? He and Mr.
Halloran are working almost every night now.”
“I suppose so,” Mrs. Higginson replied. “It would have been better for
him if he had taken my advice five years ago and retired. Your father
has no time to think of us, my dear.”
Mamie felt some injustice in this and would have dropped the subject had
not her mother, roused to it, pushed on.
“He says himself that Mr. Halloran has shown himself able to run the
business, and yet he will not go away even for a week. I think if we
could only get him off for a short time he would want to stay, once he
had made up his mind to it.” At this moment the library door opened
and the two men could be heard in the hall. Mrs. Higginson's face
brightened. “Play something for me, my dear,” she said.
“Oh, no, ma. They are just coming in here.”
“Who? Are they? Play the march Mr. Halloran likes so much.”
Mamie went obediently to the piano and was crashing out the opening
chords when the two men reached the parlour door. Mrs. Higginson
rose and extended her hand with a bright smile. Mamie showed signs of
stopping, but Halloran nodded to her to go on, and dropped into a chair.
Mrs. Higginson came over and sat down by him, leaving her cards in
disorder on the table.
“I had just asked Mamie to play for me before you came in,” she said,
pitching her voice somewhat above the noise of the march. “I always like
to hear her play when I have one of my headaches. It seems to make me
forget myself for a little while. And I really think she plays very
well.”
Yes; Halloran thought so, too.
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