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"My Commencement dinner is tonight!" Standing on the terrace he watched them trudge off toward the knobs, followed by five darkies carrying the lunch, axes, poles and transit. He noted, also just as upon that day when Bob first took Dale to Flat Rock that the mountaineer was forging ahead, and that his companion was evidently cautioning less speed.
And Dale thought how the man, when he was alive, dealt with any innocent unprotected girl who chanced to fall into his power. In imagination he saw him taking care of Mavis, when she was young and tender, and scarcely knew right from wrong.
Owen's peculiarity was that while he became a capitalist he preserved his sympathy with the working classes. While improving machinery, he complained that the 'living machinery' was neglected. One great step in his career was his marriage to the daughter of David Dale of New Lanark, a religious and worthy manufacturer.
Then this one who could it be from? postmarked in a city from which she had never received any mail, and the address written in a strange hand. She opened this one first, and this is what she read: "MY DEAR MISS DALE This letter will undoubtedly surprise you. It is a strange Christmas letter for me to have to write.
If Sanderson took ninety thousand dollars away from Maison, Maison was sure to tell Dale and Silverthorn about it for they're as thick as three in a bed. And none of them are the kind of men to stand for that kind of stuff from anybody not even from a man like Sanderson!" "We've got to do something, Judge!
His real object had been to convince her that their joint circumstances did not admit of an immediate marriage; and as to that she completely understood him. Perhaps, during the next three days, some opportunity might arise for explaining the whole matter to Mrs Dale. At any rate, he had declared his own purpose honestly, and no one could complain of him.
Yes, I hear you NOW. . . . No, that is all, only I am returning them through your private secretary, a very estimable young man, though I fear somewhat excitable and shaky, who is on his way to you with them now. . . . WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY? You repeat that," snapped Jimmie Dale suddenly, icily, "and I'll take them from under your nose again before morning! . . . Ah! That is better! Good-night Mr.
"What do they mean by that?" inquired Hugh of Firth. "Dale has a sister at a school not far off, and her name is Amelia; and she came to see him to-day. Ah! you have not found out yet that boys are laughed at about their sisters, particularly if the girls have fine names." "What a shame!" cried Hugh; words which he had used very often already since he came to Crofton.
"Under loose board, right-hand corner from door," murmured Jimmie Dale. He was kneeling on the floor now. "Yes, here it was!" His flashlight was boring down into a little excavation beneath the piece of flooring he had removed. He stared into this for a moment, his lips twitching grimly; then, with a whimsical shrug of his shoulders, he replaced the board, and stood up.
Now Robin Hood did not like to be told that any man could shoot better than himself or his foresters, so he swore lustily that he would neither eat nor drink till he had seen that friar. Leaving his men where they were, he put on a coat of mail and a steel cap, took his shield and sword, slung his bow over his shoulder, and filled his quiver with arrows. Thus armed, he set forth to Fountains Dale.
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