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"With mustard?" says I. "Heaps!" says she. Three minutes later I'm hurryin' back with both hands full, when I notices another taxi standin' out front. Then who should step out but this Ballard party, in a silk hat and a swell fur-lined overcoat. "Young man," says he, "haven't I seen you somewhere before?" "Uh-huh," says I. "I'm your private sec." "Wha-a-at?" says he. "My oh, yes! I remember.
"That wasn't all, though, because I was thinking about Dr. Ballard. He feels sorry. I couldn't tell you about it at lunch, because aunt Madge well, because " "Yes," returned Eloise quietly. "It is better for us to be alone." Jewel's brow relaxed. "Yes," she said contentedly, "in the Ravine of Happiness." "Look out, though," continued the girl in the same quiet tone and looking back at the sky.
"Oh father, that dear horse is all right, I'm sure," gushed Mrs. Evringham, "or else you wouldn't be here!" "What? Something the matter with Essex Maid?" asked Dr. Ballard with concern. "Yes." Mr. Evringham seated himself. "A sharp attack, but short. She was relieved before we could get Busby here." The speaker contracted his eyebrows and looked at the child, who was still beside him.
Jack Ballard swore softly, but I read on over his shoulder, breathlessly: The latest mystery of the prize ring has been revealed by a reporter of the Despatch, who proves here conclusively that the so-called Jim Robinson, matched to fight Sailor Clancy in the big event at the Garden tonight, is no less a person than Jeremiah Benham, son of the late John Benham, Railroad and Steamship King.
"I I knew they would," says Martha, "just as soon as I heard he'd been here. He he always wanted her to do it." "Always?" says I. "Why, I thought he hadn't seen her for forty years or so. How could that be?" "We-we-well," sobs Martha, "I I stopped them once. And she engaged to the Rev. Mr. Preble at the time! It was scandalous! Such a wild, reckless fellow Kyrle Ballard was too." "Wh-e-ew!"
The following morning I was sought by Mrs. Judge Ballard with the information that much would depend upon my opening, and if the matter were left entirely in her hands she would be more than glad to insure its success.
She had Len over in a corner again, telling him how easy it was to win, and how this poor demented creature had left all hers there because Judge Ballard probably didn't want to create a scene by making her take it; and mustn't they have a lot of trouble looking after the weak-minded thing all the time!
Jewel paused while aunt Madge brought from her room into the hall a large box, beribboned and laced, full of a variety of confections. "How pretty!" exclaimed the child. "This is from your friend, Dr. Ballard," said her aunt. "He sent it to the charming little girl, Eloise."
Ballard, if, after the search, my son is found to be murdered, I will put a detective on the trail of the man who did the deed, and be he whom he may, he shall hang." "Hush, Elder Craigmile; in Wisconsin men are not hanged." "I tell you be he whom he may he shall suffer what is worse than to be hanged, he shall enter the living grave of a life imprisonment."
It is Bertrand Ballard who has waked you up, who has taught you to see that there is much outside of Leauvite for a man to do. I'm not objecting to those who live here and have found their work here; it is only that you are different. Go! Go! It is has your father have you asked his consent?" "Oh, yes." "Has he given it?" "I think he is considering it seriously."
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