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Another six months, perhaps, when the public was tired of contemplating rascality, the editor would find something sweet, full of country charm and suburban peace, to feed them.... On the title-page there were the old names and some new ones, but the same grist, a "homely" story of "real life" among the tenements, a "humorous" story of the new school, an article on a marvellous invention to set the public on the gape, etc.... Fosdick had an article of a serious nature, on Trades Unions and Socialism.
"I wonder you didn't tell me to mind my own business. I believe you did, but I wouldn't mind." June brought the summer weather and the summer boarders to South Harniss. One of the news sensations which came at the same time was that the new Fosdick cottage had been sold. The people who had occupied it the previous season had bought it. Mrs.
"He was to have spoke in the public square, but snow come up, an' Bill Fosdick, who run the hotel, and run her wide open, invited 'em all right in here, an' they come." Harley could well believe it, knowing, as he did, the miners and the mountains, and, by report, early Montana.
I just feel it's my duty to tell ye that your little Albert is sparkin' up to somebody else. He's waitin' on a party by the name of Padeline no, Madeline Woodtick no, Fosdick and . . . Here! let go of me! What are you doin'?" That last question was in the nature of a gurgle.
"Is he one of your Madison-Avenue friends?" asked Clifton, a little mystified. "I don't know where he lives," said Dick, with truth; "but he's a friend of mine, in business down town." "Wholesale or retail?" "Retail I should say, shouldn't you, Fosdick?" "Yes," said Fosdick, amused at Clifton's evident mystification. "Well, good-evening, gents," said Clifton, sauntering out of the room.
She heard the sound of wheels, and gave an excited cry to me, as I sat by the window, that Mrs. Fosdick was coming right up the street. "She may not be considerate, but she's dreadful good company," said Mrs. Todd hastily, coming back a few steps from the neighborhood of the gate.
"Yet here's a kid run off with by an Injun, and he brings back a pocket mirror what belonged to Stella Fosdick. Sol Flatbush, ye've got ter give a better defense o' ther Injuns than that." "What hev I got ter do with ther Injuns?" asked Flatbush defiantly. "Search me. But ye've made a wrong diagnosis, an' I don't like yer brand o' talk none. I think myself thet yer too friendly ter ther redskins."
This imaginary glimpse of distant lowland gave them a peaceful sleep. The entire day of December 31 was spent in crossing a cañon, and every footstep left its trace of blood in the snow. When they next encamped, Mr. Eddy saw that poor Jay Fosdick was failing, and he begged him to summon up all his courage and energy in order to reach the promised land, now so near.
Fosdick assured him that it was quite all right, really. Madeline asked why he didn't wear his uniform. "I was dying to see you in it," she said. "Just think, I never have." Albert laughed. "You have been spared," he told her. "Mine was not a triumph, so far as fit was concerned. Of course, I had a complete new rig when I came out of the hospital, but even that was not beautiful.
"It's the wretched condition of the theatre in our country," she complained; "to think that a few miserable newspaper writers can ruin the chances of a dramatist's being heard! The managers become panicky, if it doesn't go at once in New York.... There is a chance that they will put it on again somewhere West. But Tom hasn't much hope." "It was a poor play," Fosdick asserted flatly.
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