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Chadwick shared in the general joy; for Mr. Greenwood was so utterly discouraged with her mismanagement of the house, so determined not to fly to ills he knew not of, and so anxious to bring order out of chaos, that on the spur of the moment one day he married her.
Miss Carr explained at full length to Miss Todd, who was utterly aghast, but consented to take in the small stranger till it was claimed. Miss Chadwick, who had studied hygiene at the Agricultural College, and had once assisted at a crèche, constituted herself head nurse, mixed a bottle, and left Miss Ormrod to feed the fowls while she sat in a rocking-chair and soothed the foundling to sleep.
"'Nix, on that noise! says I. 'If you or some other benevolent gink don't crowd five hundred iron dollars on G. Percival the day before the bird flies, he won't leave the perch. "'Don't you trust me? says Harms. "'Sure, I says, 'better'n Cassie Chadwick.
Jack and Frank were the heroes of the town the two days they remained in Woburn. Frank saw many of his old friends, and there is many a lad in the American navy today who enlisted as a result of Frank's harrangue that he answer his country's call. True to his word, Dr. Chadwick accompanied the lads back to New York.
The officer cast a quick glance over the water and said: "I guess there is no reason to delay longer. Mr. Chadwick, will you take the wheel? I'll be with you in a moment to give you your directions." Frank moved away. Von Ludwig was just about to address Jack when he made out another rowboat coming toward the Bismarck. "Hello!" he said aloud. "Wonder what's up now.
Her maid came up to announce that everything was ready for her reception in the state-room, and that the train was about to draw out of the station. Mrs. Chadwick and I bade each other good-by. Two years passed before I saw her again. At eleven o'clock I returned to my rooms to pack a case and have the thing off my mind.
"You followed us here to try to cut out some ground from under our feet, Masterson," he said, "and you know you told me in Nestorville you wanted to get even with me." "Don't rub it in, Chadwick," said the humbled Masterson. "I'll do anything you say if you'll only get us out of this terrible place. I can hardly walk, and my hands feel as if they'd been burned in a fire."
"In such a case as this, can not you name an acting rural dean yourself? Dr Tempest, you know, is very old." "No, my dear; no; I cannot." "You can ask Mr Chadwick, at any rate, and then you could name Mr Thumble." "But Mr Thumble doesn't even hold a living in the diocese. Oh, dear; oh, dear; oh, dear!" And so the matter rested until Mr Chadwick came.
With that he went out to the wife of his youth. While Mr. Chadwick Champneys was alive, Nancy had been able to feel that there was some one to whom she, in a way, belonged. Now that he was gone, she felt as if she had been detached from all human ties, for she couldn't consider Peter as belonging. Peter wasn't coming home, of course.
Harding's further consolation, the archdeacon suggested that a telegraph message should be immediately sent to London. Mr. Harding got as far as the library door with the slip of paper containing the message to the prime minister, when he turned back. "I forgot to tell you," he said. "The ministry are out. Mr. Chadwick got the news by telegraph, and left word at the palace door."
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