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'Why, my Lord Barker, a great friend of ours known him from a boy just like brothers, in short sent over this morning to ask us all there shooting party, charades, that sort of thing and we accepted. 'But that need make no difference, replied Sponge; 'I'll go too. Jawleyford was taken aback. He had not calculated upon so much coolness.
Close at the heels of his messenger came Cecil Barker, our friend of the moated Manor House. His face was drawn and haggard. "I've had bad news terrible news, Mr. Holmes," said he. "I feared as much," said Holmes. "You have not had a cable, have you?" "I have had a note from someone who has." "It's poor Douglas.
The lure of 1878 was the opportunity to try the ability of his delicate tasimeter during the total eclipse of the sun, July 29. His admiring friend, Prof. George F. Barker, of the University of Pennsylvania, with whom he had now been on terms of intimacy for some years, suggested the holiday, and was himself a member of the excursion party that made its rendezvous at Rawlins, Wyoming Territory.
'So do I. In all the time we have been here, I have never once dreamed of this island, or of our day's work, nor even of seeing a sail. I dream of England night after night. "'It's the same with myself, sir, said Barker. 'I'm in Plymouth half my time, I may say. And off and on I dream of my father's old home in Surrey.
It was Van Loo who I knew was behind it, who expected to profit by it, and now we have lost him." "But how?" said Demorest, astonished. "How?" repeated Stacy impatiently. "You know what Barker said? Van Loo, either through stupidity, fright, or the wish to get the lowest prices, was too late to buy up the market.
But now the heart of "Dad" Ennis was hot against him, for fear that what Barker said might all be true: that Rawdon had wrecked an old man's heart and home, and ruined an old man's beloved daughter.
"That d ned Barker has upset my nerves," he replied. "I can't get him out of my mind." "Oh, pshaw!" I replied. "Don't be silly. Forget him." "Silly?" he retorted, angrily. "Silly? Forget him? Hang it, I would forget him if he'd let me but he won't." "What has he got to do with it?" "More than is decent," ejaculated Parton. "More than is decent.
Auberon did so with a bound, and flinging his hat higher than the trees, proceeded to hop about on one leg with a serious expression. Barker stamped wildly. "Oh, let's get home, Barker, and leave him," said Lambert; "some of your proper and correct police will look after him. Here they come!" Two grave-looking men in quiet uniforms came up the hill towards them. One held a paper in his hand.
In the painting of "The Embarkation," by Robert Weir, Elizabeth Barker, the young wife of Edward Winslow, is attired in gay colors and extreme fashion, while beside her stands a boy of about eight years with a canteen strapped over his shoulders. It has been stated that this is the silver canteen, marked "E. W.," now in the cabinet of the Massachusetts Historical Society.
Who could have thought Stacy could be so poetic? But he wanted to tell them something else that was mighty pretty. "What was it?" said Demorest. "Well," said Barker, "don't laugh! But you know that Jack Hamlin? Well, boys, he's been hovering around us on his mustang, keeping us and that pack-mule in sight ever since we left.
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