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A most anxious cable, signed by politicians in his own party, was sent to the President in Paris explaining the serious situation and urging him to do his utmost to secure the vote of the Senator at once. Senator Harris was in Italy when he received an unexpected telegram asking him to come to Paris.
I got my start o' daffydils from mother's gyarden, and every fall I'd divide the roots up and scatter 'em out till I got the whole place pretty well sprinkled with 'em, but the biggest part of 'em come from the old Harris farm, three or four miles down the pike. Forty years ago that farm was sold, and the man that bought it tore things up scandalous.
"I know not how long it was before Evelyn opened her eyes. "'Thank God, she said, in a low, weak voice, 'it is gone for this time; then added, as she saw me, 'Mary, Mary dear, don't go again. Fanny, is it you? but you will be tired. Might not nurse come, poor dear nurse? The physician asked Harris what the young lady said. Harris pretended not to have heard.
Visitors said they had never noticed before how strong the air was, and weak-chested and consumptive people used to throng there for years afterwards. Fond as I am of cheese, therefore, I hold that George was right in declining to take any. Harris grew more cheerful. George suggested meat and fruit pies, cold meat, tomatoes, fruit, and green stuff.
"Oh, I dunno, I dunno, there is a big reward out to-day," said Harris, divided between pride in the notoriety and shame at the lawlessness of his native town. "Yes, but not by any of you." "Well, the boys did talk some of a vigilance committee, if any more houses was robbed." "They are going to wait for him to make up his half dozen."
Vizard, Miss Maitland, Miss Gale, Miss Dover, and the rosy-cheeked curate, whom she had tied to her apron-strings. At two in the morning, Mr. Harris showed Mr. Ashmead to his couch.
Several small boats appeared bringing natives who offered for sale fruit, Irish laces, and canes made of black bog oak, with the shamrock carved on the handles. Mrs. Harris was much pleased to renew her acquaintance with the scenes of her girlhood, having sailed from Queenstown for Boston when she was only ten years old.
"I sent 'er for the doctor so as we can get you to bed afore she comes back." "Bed?" exclaimed Mr. Gale. "Up you go," said Mr. Harris, briefly. "We'll tell her we carried you up. Now, don't waste time." Pushed by his friends, and stopping to expostulate at every step, Mr. Gale was thrust at last into Mr. Wragg's bedroom. "Off with your clothes," said the leading spirit.
The sound of voices came pleasantly through the door, men's voices talking together. Bruder Kalkmann turned the handle and they entered a room ablaze with light and full of people. "Ah, but your name?" he whispered, bending down to catch the reply; "you have not told me your name yet." "Harris," said the Englishman quickly as they went in.
The lawyer was a man of fine physique, with a splendid face of the best Semitic type, in which were large, dark, sparkling eyes eyes a Lombroso perhaps might have judged rather too closely set. As a matter of fact, Harris had suffered a flagrant injustice in his own life from a suspicion of wrong-doing which he had not merited by any act. This had caused him a loss of prestige in his profession.
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