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"You might find something of interest, and if you don't digging is good exercise." And there the subject was left. "Tell us a real Indian story," begged Gladys of the colonel. "A story of the old Indians." "Blue Elk was the son of a Chieftain. During his boyhood the tribe to which he belonged lived in the barren, hilly country lying to the north of our great plains.
I must always be grateful. The tears came into her eyes, and she hurried on: 'I should like you to know, only I am such a coward. I am so sure of your sympathy, you seem already such a friend. Why do you call me Miss Hamilton? I am younger than you. I should like to hear you say Gladys. Miss Hamilton seems so stiff from you, and for years I have thought of you as Ursula.
I thought that evening that you were the best of friends, and that But here she hesitated, and her lovely eyes seemed to ask for my confidence; but I could not speak even to Gladys of such things, so I only answered, in a business-like tone, 'It is true that your brother does not seem as friendly with me just now; but I do not know how I have offended him.
I shall read it to you. It is dreadful! Gladys cried; and, with trembling voice, she read the epistle to the little seamstress. 'Isn't it dreadful? Away to Dublin! What will she do there? Teen laid down her sewing and looked at Gladys with the simplest wonder in her large eyes.
Indeed it was the little lassie herself that got him the job," he added, his eyes shining. "She's the great little lady, indeed." "Who is, Father?" Roderick spoke absently, his eyes on the fire, his mind on Mr. William Graham and the B. N. A. Railroad. "The young teacher lady. She will be down to see poor Mrs. Perkins every day or so since the wee one died. And the poor bit Gladys!
II, a standard work; James Gairdner, Henry VII , a reliable short biography; Gladys Temperley, Henry VII , fairly reliable and quite readable; H. A. L. Fisher, Political History of England 1485-1547 , ch. i-iv, brilliant and scholarly; A. D. Innes, History of England and the British Empire , Vol.
Perhaps men know best what other men would like? 'But I mean to go, Gladys. Neither Owen nor you can hinder me. 'And what of Minette? You would kill her, if you took her so far. 'Ah! that is what I wanted to say to you. I knew there was something; but my head aches so, I forget. If I go away, will you take care of Minette till I come back. Will you love her as if she were your own?
My own experience taught me that in novel-writing, as in most descriptions of work, there is a particular knack to be acquired before success can be attained. I think I must have been absolutely without this knack when I began to write "Gladys Fane."
They made their way down the length of the deck, his chief shaking hands with every one, and at last away in the stern under a shady awning he saw her. She was seated with Madame on one side, little Mrs. Perkins on the other, Gladys Hurd and Eddie at her feet, the Perkins' baby on her knee and a crowd of children about her.
Gladys gave one penetrating, truthful look at her mistress, before which the defiant glance fell: but the rigid features alarmed her, and she would fain have remained, had not another. 'Go! I do not want you any longer! sent her at once from the room. When Gladys was gone, Miss Gwynne sat down upon the nearest chair, and covered her face with her hands. Another knock at the door. 'Come in!
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