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"I'll give you something to do. To-morrow you go round town and hire half a dozen men say, Jackson Denslow, Zeburee Nute, Brad Wade, Seth Swanton, Ferd Parrott, and Ludelphus Murray. Be sure they're all members of the Ancient and Honorable Firemen's Association." "Hire 'em for what?" "Treasure-huntin' crew. I'll go with you. I'm their foreman, and I can make them keep their mouths shut.

No. 20, Dover's powder 10 grains, at bedtime. No 1 diet. You," addressing himself to Rachel again, "will do even better than Dr. Denslow, soon. Can't you see how the mere sight of you brightens up everybody around here?" Rachel had no reply ready for so broad a compliment, but its assertion of her high usefulness went far to reconcile her to her position.

"I have seen," said he, "aristocratic and republican réunions of the purest mode in Paris, the court and the banker's circle of London, conversazioni at Rome and Florence. Every face in this room is intelligent, and nearly all either beautiful, remarkable, or commanding. Observe those five women standing with Denslow and Adonaïs, grandeur, sweetness, grace, form, purity; each has an attribute.

Their daughters, too, are sometimes almost brown." Dr. Denslow frowned. "What a queer odor it has," said Rachel, sniffing it, and staying the spool just over her cup. "Has it?" said the Doctor, sniffing too. "O, that's nothing. That's only chloroform. The ants were very bad, and we put some in to kill them off." "I don't believe I'll take any in my coffee, thank you," said Rachel, calmly.

He gave a faint smile of welcome to the Doctor, but his face lighted up with pleasure when he saw Rachel. "Good morning, Sanderson," said Dr. Denslow, in a repressed voice. "How do you feel?" "As usual," whispered Sanderson. "This is Miss Rachel Bond, who is assigned to our hospital as nurse." A slight movement of Sanderson's head acknowledged Rachel's bow.

It is perhaps this wide difference in our natures and our pursuits that has attracted Mr. Denslow and me to each other; at any rate our friendship has been profitable to both. Mr. Denslow's counsel upon several important occasions has been of vast value to me, and I flatter myself that upon one occasion at least I served Mr. Denslow to excellent purpose.

Denslow away the next morning, without his being able to see her. When he returned a week later, he found this letter lying on his desk: MY VERY DEAR FRIEND: The declaration you honored me with making has been the subject of many hours of the most earnest consideration possible.

I went with Mrs. Denslow to call upon this gifted and honest son of toil. His modest place of business was indicated to the passer-by by this insinuating sign: SILAS PLUM, CARPENTER & BUILDER. COFFIN BOXES A SPECIALITY. I am not a superstitious person. I think I have already told you so.

I had sunk on the cot, and was sleeping the sleep of " "The just," interposed Dr. Denslow, gallantly. "No, of the fatigued." "Well, scientific truth compels me to say that fatigue is a surer and stronger sedative than a clear conscience even. I know, for I have occasionally tried a clear conscience only by way of experiment, you know," he added, apologetically.

She stepped quickly to the head of the cot, took the blanket out, refolded it with a few deft, womanly motinos, and replaced it with a cool surface uppermost. "O, that is SO good," murmured the boy, half-unclosing his eyes. "It's just as mother would've done." Dr. Denslow looked earnest approval. Rachel began to feel an interest kindling in her work.