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Then how the waves sparkled! how cheery the movement was! how delicious the summer air over the water! although, the sun was throwing down his beams with great power already and the, day promised to be sultrily hot. "It is going to be intense," said Mrs. Randolph. "Melting!" said Mrs. Gary. "You will have enough of it before the end of the day " remarked Mr. Sandford. Mr.
"These things are to travel up to Daisy, I suppose." "I will represent the rolling stock of this road, and undertake to carry parcels safely," said Mr. McFarlane. "Any message with the goods, Mrs. Gary?" "I believe they carry their own message with them," said the lady; "or else I don't see what is the use of these little white tickets. Where shall I begin, Mr. Randolph?"
Then, as we all remember, came the terrible series of strikes in 1921 and 1922, and the massacres at Hopedale and Boulder, at Los Angeles and Pittsburg, and, worst of all, Gary. That finished what few rights were left, that killing did.
"I do not think the order of proceedings will be criticized, provided it does not delay," said Daisy's father. "Then transmit this, Gary." "Literary freight" said Gary McFarlane, handing over to Daisy a little parcel of books. Five or six little volumes, in pretty binding Daisy looked eagerly to see what they might be. "Marmion" "The Lady of the Lake" "Scott's Poetical Works."
Daisy did not generally dine with her father and mother. To- day was a great exception to the rule. Even to-day she was not expected to eat anything till the dessert came on; she had had her dinner; so she had the more time for other things. Her place was by her mother; Captain Drummond on the other side, and Gary McFarlane opposite. Then her aunt, Mrs.
"Daisy, speak, or leave the room" said Mrs. Randolph. "Mamma," said Daisy, pushed into a corner, "I would speak, but I do not know what to say." "Tell your aunt Gary she has given you a great deal of pleasure." Daisy looked again mutely at her mother, somewhat distressed. "Tell her so, Daisy!" Mrs. Randolph repeated in a tone of command. "I cannot, mamma " the child answered sorrowfully.
Caldwell a big man with a black beard, probing, intelligent eyes, and an aggressive chin, grinned grimly. "Gary Warden tell you?" he asked. "No. Warden didn't mention you." "Then it was Jay Simmons. You ain't been anywhere else." "How do you know?" Caldwell exchanged glances with his companions. "I reckon we've been watchin' you, Lawler.
He turned away without a word. "Gary doesn't like that boy for some reason," was the mate's inward comment. "I wonder why?" After twenty minutes of wind so furious that the sea was fairly flattened, the squall ceased almost as suddenly as it had begun, before the great ocean billows had time to rise.
"It's Gary!" cried a woman's voice from the palanquin on the elephant's back. Jerry looked at her. She was a very pretty woman in a most wonderful sparkling dress, and she leaned forward, extending her arms towards him.
The staff captain’s lips formed the words, "Awfully sorry! Good luck!" but his articulation was indistinct, and he went off hurriedly, still murmuring. Carfax stood in the snow, watching him clamber down among the rocks, where an alpinist orderly joined them. Gary presently appeared at the door of the observation station. "Has he gone?" he inquired, without interest. "Yes," said Carfax.
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