You are talking about the guy everyone in town calls the hermit - Russell Cade.
Cindy, I've known Russell Cade since he first moved to this area - since high school.
For the next week Cynthia listened to - and even found herself instigating - discussions about Mr. Cade.
Nobody knows Russell Cade.
She left the post office feeling better about Russell Cade than she did about herself.
Where Russell Cade was concerned, the only thing they seemed to have against him was the fact that he provided them no new topics.
Apparently she found Mr. Cade not only attractive, but also irresistible.
Obviously it had been a long time since she had seen or talked to Mr. Cade.
Why had Cade singled her out for the job?
It was a question she'd have to ask Cade.
So when Mr. Cade strode into the diner Friday night, Cynthia's clothes were packed and stored in the back room of the diner.
He liked Cade, but not the situation.
She approached Cade's table hesitantly.
Russell Cade was a meticulous driver.
Even Mr. Cade had hinted that it was unusually large.
She followed Cade up the steps and across the wide porch, waiting as he unlocked the door.
"I hope you don't find all this too primitive," Cade spoke behind her.
Cade stretched and yawned.
Was there anything Cade didn't do efficiently?
Her mind was up, wandering the huge house - and Cade's mind.
She couldn't believe that there was any thought of romance going on in Cade's mind.
By the time Cade arrived in the kitchen she had biscuits, gravy, bacon and eggs ready.
Cade dropped into a chair and immediately began to put away the food.
Mr. Cade, do you mind if I have a friend over now and then?
Don't call me Mr. Cade.
Cade had been busy this morning.
Removing the laundry from her room, she walked down the hall and hesitated at Cade's bedroom door.
This was one place Cade obviously didn't spend much time.
I thought everybody around here knew about the Cade's.
"Where Cade wasn't a household word," she concluded.
Actually there was nothing sensitive about Russell Cade.
"The Lonely Hills", by Elizabeth Cade.
To my only friend, Russell Cade.
When Cade finally stepped through the doorway holding a cup of coffee, her breath escaped in a long sigh.
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
Was Cade weathering out the storm?
Cade leaped from the couch as she entered.
Working for Cade might not be as dull as she had first thought.
Cade had put on enough weight to take the hollows out of his cheeks, making him look a good ten years younger.
Cade was slowly emerging from his shell, but the cat was still as wild as ever.
She watched from the family room window as he wolfed the food - a habit that had prompted Cade to dub him Scruffy.
The weather grew intermittently warmer and on one of those sunny warm days, Cade invited her to pack a lunch and join him in a ride on the ranch.
Cade mounted a gray gelding and they headed out across the treeless hills.
She glanced up to find Cade watching her.
Instantly Cade was beside her, helping her up.
Tomorrow would be another day at the house, and she intended to enjoy every minute of this day with Cade.
Cade was her boss, and thinking such things was not only disrespectful of him, but job threatening as well - especially if he suspected the existence of such thoughts.
Cade reined in and pointed.
Cynthia glanced up at Cade.
The more she learned about the way he thought, the more she was convinced that people around him were the strange ones, not Cade.
Thinking about Cade in that way could lead to no good.
Cade was trying to be accommodating, but sometimes he was as skittish about conversation as the cat was about being touched - and likely for the same reason.
In Cade's case, that was probably a blessing at times.
She stopped, suddenly aware that Cade was propped against the kitchen door jam, nursing a cup of coffee.
Mary, on the other hand, was vocal about her opinion of Cade, even to the point of stating that he would be the greatest catch of the century - no doubt, even an exaggeration in Mary's mind.
The stoical Russell Cade was stammering around like a school boy.
Cade escorted her to town and purchased everything on the list - plus a few more items.
Nothing Cade did indicated that he gave a hoot about what anyone else thought.
Cade launched into an investigation of the old truck while Cynthia and Mary caught up on the latest gossip.
Mary stood by, unusually quiet, but when Cade left she found her voice.
And more important, did Cade think she was flirting?
And anyway, Cade definitely isn't romantically interested in me, so there's absolutely nothing to be concerned about.
Claudette has no reason to be concerned about Mrs. Cade's furniture.
She cut her explanation off short as Cade pulled into the drive.
As it turned out, the truck repair was minor, so she was able to follow Cade home that evening.
It would be nice to know she could leave the ranch at will without leaving Cade afoot, but she doubted if she would be driving to town soon.
The next morning, after Cade left, she threw a roast in the oven and eagerly set to work on the family room.
By noon she had the pictures and mirrors on the walls and was hanging the curtains when Cade came in.
It all happened so fast that she didn't have time to think, only to cling to the one solid thing she could find - Cade.
Cade was completely uninterested.
Could she walk away from it - and Cade?
The job would be harder to walk away from than Cade - wouldn't it?
She was falling for Cade.
Elizabeth Cade was a lonely woman - lonely and unhappy.
Vaguely she heard Cade close his book and cross the room.
Cade answered the door and ushered his sister into the family room where Cynthia was doing some last minute dusting.
Somehow the latter seemed more likely with Cade.
Once she was certain Cade and his guests were comfortable, she retreated to her room with a book.
And then she thought of Cade.
How could she stay, feeling as she did about Cade?
Sooner or later it would become obvious to Cade himself.
Did Cade secretly laugh at the way she flirted with him?
What time would Cade want to get up this morning?
A sliver of light under Cade's door suggested he was already awake.
A tall figure darkened the doorway and she looked up to find Cade watching her.
Cade examined the claw and stood.
Cade handed her the cat and cuffed her playfully.
It would be disrespectful of Cade for her to do anything but defend his honor.
There is nothing going on between Mr. Cade and I that anyone isn't welcome to watch.
At the moment, it was her honor at stake, not Cade's.
He's not even a Cade.
And Mr. Cade has done nothing to make me think he is anything but a normal man who simply enjoys his solitude.
Was it possible that Cade actually was a homosexual?
So that was why Cade felt responsible for his mothers' death.
Yet Cade had kept the baby clothes - and the furniture.
At any rate, Mr. Cade seems to be happy with his lifestyle.
If she confirmed that Cade was unresponsive she would be as much as endorsing an ugly rumor.
Because Cade was so reclusive and entertained controversial ideas, he was a target for that kind of gossip.
It was Cade's house and sister.
As the hired help, she was supposed to be supportive of Cade without upsetting Claudette.
The very next day she was straining over the counter to reach behind the stove when Cade came into the kitchen.
Cynthia fairly leaped away from Cade, her face flaming.
Cade looked as if he'd been slapped.
She pulled the shaker out and glanced up at Cade.
If you knew Mr. Cade nearly as well as you think you do, you would know that he is actually very sensitive.
Later, as she was straining the water from the potatoes, Cade wandered in.
Did Cade even know how to be romantic?
Claudette hadn't interrupted Cade making a pass.
In fact, she had been nothing more than a spectator for a convincing roll Cade was playing.
And worse yet, Cade had thought she was going along with his skit.
Cade was standing in the doorway, coffee mug in hand.
She brushed past Cade, giving him a stern look as she left the room.
Cade wandered across the room and stared out the patio doors, sipping from the coffee mug.
Cynthia was careful not to flirt with Cade again, putting on a professional front when he was around.
And Cade had become more solemn in the last few weeks, as if he sensed her dilemma and felt uncomfortable as well.
Cade came through the kitchen door and pitched his hat on the peg.
Cade's' chair scraped the floor and his boot heels hit the floor twice before he grabbed her waist.
Cade handed her a towel and gently rubbed her back.
A mental picture of Cade shopping for such items brought a smile to her lips.
Cade probably wouldn't be the least bit intimidated by the task, though.
Cool fingers brushed her cheek lightly and she woke to find Cade leaning over her.
Cade knew how to be a friend, even if he didn't know what to say.
She put the things in her bathroom and was returning to the bedroom when Cade knocked on her open door.
"Oh, Cade," she laughed.
She was warm and Cade was in the house.
The next day Cade worked close to the house - trying to keep an eye on her, no doubt.
She glanced at Cade.
So Cade had visited Mary last night.
Were her feelings for Cade so obvious that he had detected them?
I twisted Cade's arm to get him to come out here with me for a picnic lunch.
They talked for several hours and when Mary left, Cade was nowhere in sight.
But if Mary and Cade met, there was no indication.
She prepared the table and was putting the food on when Cade opened the door.
Cade ignored the uproar and gave proper attention to his meal.
She stretched and tried to relax, but her mind kept returning to Cade - thinking of his warm touch on the palm of her hand.
She was riding behind Cade, her hands clinging to his lean hips.
Maybe that was why Mary seemed so concerned that she would become romantically involved with Cade.
It would certainly explain Cade's actions.
Cade finally left the fire and sat down beside her on the couch.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and Cade's chin slumped to his chest.
It was a risky thing, lying down on the couch with a man, but this was Cade - half asleep and asking her to stay - Cade, who never asked for anything.
Cade who felt no desire for a woman?
Cade was beside her, resting on one elbow – while he stared down at her.
Cade was actually kissing her - and very well.
Could this actually be Cade?
Because it was Cade.
Had Cade planned to seduce her, or was he also a victim of mislaid trust?
The man she made love to last night or the recluse - Cade?
But Cade hadn't raped her.
Cade only wanted one thing - and she had foolishly submitted.
Cade still slept peacefully - not that he would have cared if she left at this point anyway.
When she came through the living room the fire was roaring, but Cade was nowhere in sight.
Had it meant anything at all to Cade, or was it merely a moment of desire?
Cade was the man of her dreams, but was Mary the woman of his?
Cade was standing over her, a puzzled expression on his face as he contemplated her work.
Cade was beside her, lifting the towel from the hook and a pan from the dish rack.
Cade, I haven't finished the dishes.
Maybe she could do something about that and help Cade make some money at the same time.
You know Cade; you could make a profit off this ranch other ways than running cattle.
Cade brought his dishes to the sink and paused gazing down at her, but she refused to look up.
After Cade left the next morning she phoned Mary.
Tonight she would have to call her - after she and Cade returned from their ride.
No wonder Cade was gone all the time.
Cade joined her and climbed up into the seat on the sickle.
Cade was a worker; there was no doubt about that.
You know, Cade, there are others who feel the same way you do about the old ways.
It was a good thing Cade was with her, because she had no idea how to get back to the house.
At the creek Cade drew up and dismounted.
It was plain that Cade was content with things the way they were, but she wanted more.
Mr. Cade: I'm sorry to leave you like this without proper notice, but I simply couldn't stay any longer.
Cade never came to visit - a fact that sent her into a down spiraling depression.
They would have to get Cade's consent, but he would probably be glad to give it.
It was a part of Cade.
Cade should accept the responsibility of his actions as well.
What would Cade say?
A tall lean figure entered the diner and she froze – Cade.
He slammed the tray on the counter and Chet glanced up sharply, eyeing Cade suspiciously.
Cade shook his head and with a quick move, untied her apron strings.
Russell Cade - the recluse - was lonely without her.
Cade kneeled beside the cradle and touched a blue crocheted bootie.
Cade looked up at Cynthia, his expression alarmed.
Cade stood, gently tucking Zack into the crook of his arm.
Cade's tone was a little startled and a lot amused.
Cade and Claudette might never be close, but they had certainly reduced the gap.
Cade was an excellent provider.
When Jack Cade's rebellion occurred in 1450 Waynflete was employed with Archbishop Stafford, the chancellor, to negotiate with the rebels at St Margaret's church, Southwark, close to Winchester House.
08), where one of Cade's quarters was sent after his execution.
Holinshed (who was followed by Shakespeare in 2 Henry VI., act 4 sc. 6) tells us that when Cade, in 1450, forced his way into London, he first 45 Y of all proceeded to London Stone, and having struck his sword upon it, said in reference to himself and in explanation of his own action, " Now is Mortimer lord of this city."
The latter was much used by the Greeks for making images; and its empyreumatic oil, Huile de Cade, is used medicinally for skin-diseases.
In spite of his age and infirmity he showed some vigour in dealing with Cade's rebellion, and by his official experience and skill did what he could for four years to sustain the king's authority.
This high-lying tract was crossed by the Roman Watling Street from Kent, on a line approximating to that of the modern Shooter's Hill; and was a rallying ground of Wat Tyler (1381), of Jack Cade (14501, and of Audley, leader of the Cornish rebels, defeated and captured here by the troops of Henry VII.
In 1450 Kent took a leading part in Jack Cade's rebellion; and in 1554 the insurrection of Sir Thomas Wyat began at Maidstone.
sc. 7, when Jack Cade charges Lord Say with having " most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school," Lord Say replies that " ignorance is the curse of God, knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven."
Cade's rebellion suggested first that popular discontent might result in a change of rulers.
During his absence in Ireland English discontent came to a crisis in Jack Cade's rebellion.
He took part in the punishment of Cade's supporters, and discountenanced a proposal in parliament that he should be declared heir to the crown.
To clear out the government, and punish those responsible for the late disasters, the commons of Kent rose in insurrection under a captain who called himself John Mortimer, though his real name seems to have been John Cade.
Cade was not a social reformer, like his predecessor Wat Tyler, with whom he has often been compared, but a politician.
Cade, striving to keep up the rising outside the walls, was killed in a skirmish a month later, and his bands dispersed.
But the troubles of England were only just beginning; the protest against the misgovernment of SOmerset and the rest Richard of the confidants of the king and queen was now duke of taken up by a more important personage than the York, adventurer Cade.
Insurrections that passed as popular, like the risings of Jack Cade and Robin of Redesdale, produced manifestos that spoke of political grievances but hardly mentioned economic ones.
These spiritual heirs of Jack Cade were Flammock, a lawyer of l3odrnin, and a farrier named Michael Joseph.
The rebellion of Jack Cade, claiming to be a Mortimer and cousin to the duke of York, took place at this time.
In June 1885 he made a speech at Birmingham, treating the reforms just mentioned as the "ransom" that property must pay to society for the security it enjoys - for which Lord Iddesleigh called him "Jack Cade"; and he continually urged the Liberal party to take up these Radical measures.
Roxana threw in 1732 the bay colt Lath by the Godolphin Arabian, the sorrel colt Roundhead by Childers in 1733, and the bay colt Cade by the Godolphin Arabian in 1734, in which year she died within a fortnight after foaling, the produce-Cade-being reared on cow's milk.
He was also the sire of Cade, own brother to Lath, and of Regulus the maternal grandsire of Eclipse.
He died in 1780, and among other progeny left two famous sons, Woodpecker (1773), whose dam was Miss Ramsden (1760) by Cade, son of the Godolphin Barb, but descended also on the dam's side from the Darley Arabian and the Byerly Turk, and Highflyer (1774), whose dam was Rachel (1763) by Blank, son of the Godolphin Barb from a daughter of Regulus, also son of the Godolphin.
The Godolphin Barb is represented by Matchem, as the former was the sire of Cade (1734), and Cade begat Matchem, who was foaled in 1748.
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Cade selected a bay mare for her and then reluctantly surrendered the duty of saddling.
Ignoring the raised brow Claudette turned on her husband, Cynthia hastily set another place and graciously submitted to improper treatment as Cade helped her with her chair and then seated himself.
A few chapters would take her mind off Cade.
The mental picture of Cade finding his mother that way made Cynthia's stomach lurch uncomfortably.
Obviously Cade's mother didn't subscribe to the gay story - or was that what finally drove her over the edge?
She turned and watched Cade plunge his horse down a steep embankment and turn toward her.
Cade was beside her, resting on one elbow â€“ while he stared down at her.
It was obvious that Cade couldn't understand her sudden change of behavior, but he made no further attempts to seduce her.
Abortion was out of the question as far as she was concerned, and nothing Cade might say would change her mind.
A tall lean figure entered the diner and she froze â€“ Cade.
Cade, I'm trying to do my job, you can't just march into a person's life and disrupt it and then...
"Zachary Russell Cade," he said softly with wonder for what must have been the hundredth time.
Cade gently slipped his hands under the infant and lifted him as though he were made of fragile glass.
Cade watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and began feeding him.
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Mr Laurence Gomme (Primitive Folk-Moots, pp. 1 55, 156) takes up the matter at this point, and places the tradition implied by Cade's significant action as belonging to times when the London Stone was, as other great stones were, the place where the suitors of an open-air assembly were accustomed to gather together and to legislate for the government of the city.
Why they found it so amusing that Mr. Cade was a recluse evaded her comprehension.
Promptly at nine, she removed her apron and crossed to the table where Cade sat nursing his fifth cup of coffee.
Of course, Mr. Cade hardly seemed the seductive type and she certainly wasn't going to encourage it.
As she completed setting the table, the screen door squealed and Cade opened the door.
Cade made the introductions.
Cade was standing behind Claudette and her husband.
A few minutes later Cade popped his head around the door.
Claudette and Carl were waiting patiently in the dining room when Cynthia and Cade entered.
The evening was long and she was grateful when Cade announced he was going to bed.
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