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He has a place in literature as the leading spirit in the Anti-Jacobin, a paper started during the French Revolution, in support of the English Constitution, and which, with Gifford for ed., had many of the most eminent men of the day as contributors.
"Down to take one more plunge, then back to the house. I'm going out early this afternoon, and I must be ready." Theodora's next remark fell upon empty ears. Gifford Barrett was watching Phebe as she went away, admiring her tall, lithe figure, her well-set head, and wondering why in the name of all that was musical this girl should snub him so roundly.
Colonel Adam Gifford, Salvation Army, 8 East Brookline Street, Boston, Mass. MY DEAR COLONEL GIFFORD: I desire to write you in highest commendation of the work the Salvation Army is doing in France.
He was now bending down, probably with the object of concealing his identity, and had moved on a few paces farther down the road. Why was he waiting there? Gifford asked himself the obvious question with a decidedly uneasy feeling. Henshaw the Londoner, on a Sunday evening, waiting with a horse and trap in an unfrequented lane, a road which ran nowhere but to a farm. What did it mean?
"Yes," Gifford answered quietly; "and somehow it doesn't seem fair, don't you know, to say anything about them, they are so happy; it seems as though we ought not even to speak of them." Lois was divided between indignation at being found fault with and admiration for the sentiment. "Well," she said, rather meekly for her, "I won't say anything more; no doubt I'll like him when I know him better."
Then she blushed, lest Gifford should think that she had thought he was not constant. But Gifford's thoughts were never so complicated.
They must surely hear the blasting." We had our visitor that afternoon, while Barrett and I were working in the hole and Gifford was sleeping. Luckily for us, Barrett never for a single moment lost sight of the need for secrecy.
He waylaid me on every possible occasion, holding over me a covert threat of the exposure of my escapade, till at last I was absolutely afraid to go outside the house for fear of meeting him." "He wanted to marry you?" Gifford suggested. Edith Morriston gave a little shudder. "I suppose so. He was always making love to me, and was quite impervious to snubbing.
He was a tall, thickly-set man, trim and smart in his attire, yet with a coarseness of feature which aroused Claire's instant antagonism. Compared with the face she had expected to see, the florid good looks which confronted her were positively repugnant. Before the obvious admiration of the black eyes she stiffened in displeasure. "You wished to see me?" "Miss Gifford, I believe!
"Yes?" she responded, with a scarcely concealed curiosity to hear what had passed. "He has evidently got hold of some clue, or at least thinks he has," Gifford proceeded. "But what it is he did not tell me. In fact he rather declined to discuss the affair. I fancy he had had a long consultation with the police authorities." "And he would tell you nothing?" "Nothing.
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